"It's a castle, there's always a dungeon." Even though they passed through the castle without much notice, Molly wished he had his scimitars on hand. Eventually, someone was going to notice an empty cell downstairs and shit was going to go down.

He stopped at a divergence of hallways. "Alright, I lied. I have no idea how to get out of here. Care to make a guess on which way we should go?" And if he had his tarot deck, he would've just drawn a card to make the decision for him.