"Peyton Derrick?" Lancelot decided to play dumb first, "Wasn't he defeated by the ghost witch long ago?"
"Defeated, but not eliminated." Medusa sniffed, "Ah, that smell... Have you ever tried the pies sold by the ghost witch? The ingredients include flour, milk, eggs, and the bone powder of children..."
"Thanks for the reminder, but don't change the subject." Lancelot replied coldly, "What is this place used for?"
"If I answer, will you let me go?"
"Once we're certain you pose no threat, we'll let you go." Lancelot promised, "But if you don't cooperate, we won't have the extra energy to keep an eye on a prisoner, do you understand what I mean?"
"Such a polite threat, Knight."
"Do not test my patience any longer, answer the question."
