Cole pauses in the room, looks around and then moves to a corner, to a crate that he pushes aside to reveal another crack, tight, but doable. "In," he urges, glancing to the door. "In. Safe cell."

Through the crack is a cell with a collapsed doorway, facing the opposite wall from the cell they just came from. Aside from the crack, there's no way in or out.

And this is where Cole settles them down. It appears to be an old dungeon room, rusted out shackles on the walls, engraved with a metal that hasn't tarnished, that softly glows in carved runes.

"This is the Pit, underneath White Spire, in Val Royeaux." He still whispers, but he's willing to take the moment to explain. "It's probably Templars, searching for rebels."