Before plunging further, you want to secure an escape route. After all, what matter would be securing Lord Squall if you could not escape your new prison in the first place? You wander back toward the keep door with a small amount of companions, and try to bash it in. That's when you hear a voice. The keep is not so deserted after all. Unfortunately, these voices, upon realizing your folly, begin pouring burning oil on you from above. Your flesh is seared as you writhe in pain, awaiting death.