North.

Dago decided that he’d already started in this direction; he might as well keep going. He was getting an eerie feeling from the East and didn’t want anything to do with that, so this was the lesser of those evils. He walked for some time and swore it got colder and colder as he walked. He finally reached a pristine looking white marble castle. He wasn’t sure what circle of Hell he was in, but it must have been an important one. The castle looked lavish and there was a wall of guards surrounding it.

Curious, he drew a bit closer, knowingly staying away from the guards. All of a sudden, someone grabbed his shoulder. Dago whirled around to see a very short, hunchbacked man looking at him with ****, wild eyes.

“Sir, you have to help me, I implore you!” the man cried, tugging at Dago’s sleeve piteously.