Honestly, the grue only ventured down the stairs because he was hoping to find tunnels or even a cave; some sanctuary from the relentless light of the castle above. The dungeon is more dimly lit, but the cages, the scents, and the unpleasant guards make it plain. This is no shelter.

On silent feet, Some slowly follows the corridor despite himself, looking into the cells with a worried frown, his lower arms wrapped tightly around himself.