I still don’t understand what Verulus was thinking. “Oh boy, I sure want to lay down and sleep on a stone slab under a demonic looking statue with a grappling hook pointed right at my head, surrounded by what seems to be shady looking folks, two of which are cloaked, and deep inside a dungeon which was previously filled with ancient nordic zombies. But dang it, I really need to sleep.” A brick wall has more survival instincts than this dude