Kazimeriz entered the prankster's cell, checking quickly again for anyone. Nothing. The water seemed to still be rising, though its progress seemed slower. Perhaps that was just wishful thinking on his part, however. [i]Merlin, it is so... cold. He leaned against his cane and it slipped, falling into the waters below and lost to him.

Kazimeriz staggered and waded forward, struggling to stay balanced. His hip ached terribly; the cold was no help to him.

He turned and left the chamber.