After it got too boring for Snorre den blodlystne, to burn down Ireland, he decided to visit Dublin's famous jail.

So he rode directly into the capital of Ireland and asked the irish guardians to show him that place, he has often heard about but never seen personally.
Requested and done! Immediately he found him self bound in chains. What a uncommon feeling for somebody, who used to be the Noaidi of the Finns not long ago.
The irish guardians, were really nice, they helped to orient himself better, by kicking into his back, when he chose the wrong direction on his way through Dublin.
The footmarch of about 2 miles ended up right in front of an old castle-like building in the middle of nowhere.
A really romantic place, if it would not be that creepy, looking a little bit like many people found a cruel and painfull death inside this stonen walls, perhaps easy to find a ghost inside it.
The feeling mediated by this place was nothing more than absolute fear, but it seems to be better than the feeling you get when you are followed by a bear in the northern parts of Finland.

The guardians had been so nice to guide him inside. Snorre found himself between cold and wet walls in the middle of a hall, propably the entrance area of this building, in which the screems of tortured persons resounded.
He found his way into a mouldy cell in the cellar and the guardians faces began to smile.
Not a nice place, but good if you like to have death-fear all day and all night.
A pot to piss in, one with more or less clean water and a strawstuffed bed was all he found inside it.
So caused by a lack of social activities with other prisoners, he decided to go to bed, it was not so easy as it seemed to him first, because the guardians like to walk around once an hour and knock loudly at the doors of each cell.

The sun of the early day was waking up Snorre, after he found a short moment of sleep, it was the first moment he saw the cell completly, nothing new for him but the death rats in his waterpot were not ancouraging what the quality of the watersupply concernes.

"Hopefully, the pest will get me before my thirsty throat forces me to drink this water...."

With this words began his second day inside Dublin's prison...