AAA - Riding to Kapiera Prison

''You all find yourselves riding on the back on a wagon together, on your way to the prison. Your surroundings haven't changed much since you first started riding up a few hours ago, nothing but thick snow covering everything except for the narrow path the wagon follows, harsh sunlight peeking through the dense trees around the path, and a view of the surrounding area from behind your wagon, thanks to how high up on the mountain you are. Feel free to talk among each other about what you think of the situation, what you think of each other, the like.''

Listen to the conversation for a bit. The party are accompanied by a traveler driving the wagon. His name is Duncan and his horse's name is Bailey, if it's ever brought up.

Duncan: "So, what's a lot like you going to the prison for? You don't look like an escort." Respond to answers.

Rejection: "Right, of course. My bad for asking."

Direct answer: "Ah. Well, I do help you get your friend out."

Indirect answer: "Ah, I see. Well, good luck with your endeavors."

''After riding for a decent while longer, you all reach a small flat section of the mountain. To the left of the path is an old, wooden sign, faintly reading "Kapiera Prison" through faded, snow-covered painted wood. "Well, this is it. Good luck with [ADL.]" says the cheerful man. You all hop off the wagon and find yourselves in front of the prison, on a small clearing, with a view of nearly the entirety of Kapiera.''

If someone wants to view the area: ''From this view, you can see nearly all of Kapiera. While it isn't the largest or most impressive region of New Afton, its mountains, forestry, and views of old, abandoned mines are a sight to behold. Waves and waves of snow and trees seem to stretch for miles, all lit up by a deep orange evening sky. Only now has it hit you that it was practically the morning when you all got on the wagon to ride up here.''

When Approaching the prison: Approaching the gate, you are met by a guard leaning up against the gate sharpening a knife. 'What's your business here?" Respond to answers.

Indirect answer: "Who are you looking to bail out?"

Direct answer: "Gyllan Powell?" He snickers to himself. "Okay."

Rejection: "Well, then get out of here if you aren't looking to tell me why you're here."

''The heavily-armored man pockets what's in his hands, leans forward and looks up at the top of the gate's wall, waving to a guard peering over the parapet. The huge, rusted gate slowly rises with the sounds of metal scraping and squeaking. "Come with me."'' Respond to what they do, as they might prepare themselves for a bit before entering.

''As you follow the guard, you gather your surroundings. The gate immediately leads to a large courtyard surrounded by awnings and roofed halls, all with guards above them, their helmeted heads almost tracking you as you walk into the courtyard. The guard following brings you into one of the doors, leading to a huge, long, atrium-like room with barred windows that have piercing white sunlight spilling through them, the only thing lighting the interior of the room, which houses various pieces of furniture that have been pushed to the walls, leaving only a few tables and dusty, old carpets left in the middle of the room. In this room, there are three doors: The one you came from, a large, secure-looking one, and a smaller, wooden door painted green. Shouting begins to erupt outside, and the guard quietly curses to himself.'' "See that door? The green one? That's where to go. I'm needed back at the courtyard, I think a fight's breaking out or something." Respond to actions. NOTES: The secure door is unable to budge, and has magic emanating from it, probably keeping it extra secure. The room looks like it used to be a mess hall that was since turned into a sort-of guard lobby. UPON ENTERING THE GREEN DOOR:

''You knock on the door, and hear shuffling. The door is swung open, and you are met with a grizzled dwarven man in dark metal armor topped in green cloth. He has a broad face hidden behind an orange, unkempt beard, and his long hair is tied up in a bun. He eyes you all and grins.'' "Haha, sit down. I can already guess why you're here. Now, lemme think, by the look of you all, something tells me you had a friend of yours who drank a bit too much and somebody ended up getting hurt, am I anywhere close?" Respond. "Alright, well, who/what're you here for?" Respond. "Gyllan Powell? Like, Reeve Powell Gyllan Powell? No disrespect to the guy, but, honestly, disrespect to the guy. You really want a guy like him out of jail? Well, it's no business of mine."