The watery smell of damp stone and eons of dust collected wafts over you as you walk down a slowly curving stone staircase, into a darkness that swallows your form whole. The entire journey down conjures up unpleasant images of walking straight into the dagger-tooth spackled mouth of some beast, doom following close on your heels. After what seems like forever, you come to a large room. Cells line the walls, stark iron bars, locked firmly into doors of thick wood, water stained and dark with age. "Drik, drik, drik..." Slowly dripping water from somewhere causes the echoing sound throughout the rooms. Bowing your head slightly as the roof is rather low, you walk about, wondering what on earth this Jareth fellow would be doing in a place like this. The heavy pendant feels oddly warm against your skin, almost as if it had its own life force. Musing over this, you almost trip over an empty bucket. Picking yourself back up, a soft crying floats through the dungeon. After a bit of a search, you find its source is a tiny elven child, looking to be no more than 6, locked alone in a cell. Tears stain his rose cheek, falling from huge ocean blue eyes. Pleadingly he looks at you, and reaches out a hand.
Please help me...please...
Well, isn't that peachy. No key. After explaining to the child you haven't a key, he sniffles back tears to reply.
Your necklace... press it to the lock....please help me...