"Alright, well, you'll want to step carefully in there, that's for damn sure. There's creatures in there, and I haven't come across any friendly ones yet. And when I say creatures... look, this will probably sound kind of crazy, but I fought a dog in there. No big deal, sure, except this one was made out of fire." Darran's eyes narrowed at the memory. Normally he enjoyed a good fight, even a lethal one. But that sick feeling when he'd suddenly realized he couldn't shift up to werewolf was sticking in his craw. "No shit, no fucking fooling, I tried to hit it with a pipe and it was like I'd jumped in a puddle of flaming gasoline, just fire splattered everywhere. Not a good scene. But if you tangle with one, taking its head off will kill it. So at least they die."

He gave an irritated shrug, eyes running over the walls around them. "And when you think about it, is it so much weirder than being ganked from our homes and stuck in a clockwork jail with no jailers, yeah?"