"Bollocks." Jacob laughs at the man's nerve, telling such a bold-face lie.

But Hector hasn't met the undead here, the spirits that tried to imprison people in that underground labyrinth. One of the undead is eating innocent women in Ephes, and hell only knows what the undead army ravaging this world have done.

"You don't know the situation here. Speak to someone who knows better than me first." He says, and then pauses, looking down the fork in the tunnel- one smells of fresh air, but it leads only to a narrow grate. The other way actually leads to a door. He picks that option.

"And yes. There's a lot of people that have been brought here. Unfortunately no one can agree on what's best to do."