The door flew forward, crashing on the ground and denting as it made a path out of the dust that was on the ground. As Zane entered, baker moved in swiftly behind him, moving to the right of the entrance. Upon entry into the large circular room, there sat a man on a pedestal. He was old, maybe in his fifties. He had dark black hair that began to grey, and his old eye lids were closed. In the room were bodies and bodies, likely twenty of them. However, they were not dead. All of them were alive. The man chuckled as the two entered “Ah...fresh meat...” He would say slowly. “My little creatures can feed then...hehe. Hahaha. HAHAHAHA!” He laughed, still keeping his eyes closed as everyone in the room began to stir awake from their slumber. Without hesitation, baker fired a blunt arrow. But... It was stopped. It pinged off the air five feet in front of the man, revealing a domed shield around him. “....Crap.” Baker said.