[You're in a wine cellar, not unlike the one in Asmodeus's house. Shelves of barrels line the dimly lit space. The stone floor echoes oddly with your steps, and the room is just above unpleasantly cool. There are a few glasses and a bottle set out, untouched.

Behind you, the room stretches further into darkness; to the side, a few shut doors. The sliver of warm light from the dorm and echo of conversation seems muffled down here.]