"Verve gazes upon the entrance to the dungeon, armed with a torch and a butter knife. A voice in the distance is heard as dreary fog, lit by the moonlight, drapes the soggy ground and painting its can... View More"Verve gazes upon the entrance to the dungeon, armed with a torch and a butter knife. A voice in the distance is heard as dreary fog, lit by the moonlight, drapes the soggy ground and painting its canvas."