Remember: everything Ragnvaldr says is made up.

*There is a semi-darkness around, thanks to a couple of candles on the walls, which have now been lit. There was not a single sound: no painful groans and squabbling chains of guards who patrolled the gloomy corridors of the dungeon. Only an unpleasant hum of silence ringing in my ears, which made me want to get on the road as soon as possible. Ragnvaldr sitting on a dusty cot. It creaks under his weight. Ragnvaldr looks at you with an unreadable look and is silent, studying the behavior and further actions.*