Last choice: "Fireball!"

#chooseyouradventure part 4.1! (character limit reached)

The bald man took the daggers, and buried them in the guard's calf before getting up. He screamed, and fell to the ground.

But after a sliced neck, the sound cleared.

You feel extremely tired and weak. You can barely stand up. Healing spells should never be used without external fuel. However, the situation called for it.

"How did you do that?", the man asked, as he took the axe, the daggers, and a bundle of keys from the dead body.

More footsteps. And this time from more people. They're getting closer. "Doesn't matter. Let's go".

He nodded. "I've been here before. I know the way out. Come on".

You walked past unlit candles and cold stone bricks. The whole place felt like it was designed to be a maze, with strange turns and tight hallways. Very little of the space was actually there for cells. Prisoners probably get killed before any more space is needed.

"I wanted to ask you...", you say, slowly recovering from before.