Swamped

"You'll see when we get there."

Crook leads you through a few hallways, then takes you into a doorway when no one else is around. Inside are dozens of pens filled with various swamp animals. They make you nervous, but none of them seem at all aggressive.

"Rider's got a way with animals," Crook explains. "It's not just his mount; he takes care of all sorts of creatures. And they're docile. Here, take a look."

Crook leads you over to a pen with several crocodiles in it, and pats one on the head. It makes a strange noise, but one that sounds satisfied; it's like it's trying to purr.

"No idea how he does it. Or why, either. All I know is, he gets mad if anyone suggests using them for battle." Crook shrugs. "He's a hard man to understand, really."

You can't help but wonder if Dean knows about this place.

"Anyhow! That's all we got time for. If we dawdle too much longer, I'll probably get my head chewed off by either Razor or Claws. So from here on out, it's straight back to the cells. You got that?"

Well, if you're going to do something to escape, now would seem to be the time.