The prince follows accordingly, with a surety to his step and a posture that tell of someone who's nary felt doubt his entire life. Of course the truth of the matter is something else entirely, but there is a certain manner of pride that comes from his standing and bloodline. He's a prince's bearing, and though his recent patricide weighed heavily on his mind at the time there are more important matters at hand now.

He's on a mission. In order to see it through he must find a way back, and in order to do so he must take his bearings of his prison cell.

He follows along the winding pathways, unhindered by the poor illumination, spurred on by increasing intrigue. What manner of beast will he find at the end of the tunnel?