In the centre, on a plinth, is a humble book. This is one of the only sacred texts kept here. Written by HER hand. An account of her experiences while she was captive. Or so it is said. Small, A5, leather-bound book. Starts MIDWAY through her captivity. The chains that bind her are forged from the essence of greed and ambition. The constant heat and sound of battle. Reflects on her lonliness. Kradus... captor. Cambion. Doesn't recount her escape. There was something that had brought her hope. Amongst the entities of Avernus that she can sense, almost like a whisper in a storm, she could sense a deal being made. Odd experience for a fleeting moment... the oppressive heat dissippated and she could see cold breath before her face. Wonders whether she is involved in the deal... name... Melissan..