"Now I must warn you, do not go below this level." Thomas stops you before the iron cage elevator.
The elevator itself appears unreliable, ready to break down any moment. Everything in this grand manor seemed to be decaying. Walls oozing the blood hued clay gave you the sense of suffering from the house.
Pursing your lips you dare to ask him what is below.
Dark eyebrows knit together momentarily only to smooth out and relax. "Down below are the clay pits. It can be very dangerous. For your own safety you must not go down there."
Leading you away, you can't help but glance back at the black wrought-iron elevator.