Petrus Solden~Tuv

Petrus examines it more closely. It seems to have some sort of metal shaft in the middle, and then it branches out into 5 smaller sections on one end. He has a bad feeling, when suddenly a man with a lantern comes up from below, illuminating the fore-arm Petrus is holding, and the rest of the room. There are dozens of other tables like the one Petrus found. They are paired off. Human corpses, seemingly shredded apart and/or eaten while they were strapped down, lie on several tables, none of which are paired. Empty shelves line the walls, with piles of broken glass and strange metal tools around them. The floor is stained with bodily fluids. There are several metal drums labeled "Water" lying around, one of them leaking.

Petrus grabs the Forearm, yanks on it, then tosses it at this new visitor. He is very startled.

The fore-arm, not known for being the best missile, misses completely.
"HEY! What the hell are you doing?! And just who are you anyways?"

"Who are YOU to ask me who I AM?!" Petrus points and tries to convey the sense that he is dissapointed with this person.

"I am with the watch." He says as he climbs all the way up to reveal his uniform. "Now who are you and what are you doing in here?"

"My name is Petrus. I came here to face my fear of boats, and find out what happened to the crew, I was fishing here when it crashed y'see. I dropped my lantern, almost set myself on fire, climbed the ladder to escape the burning oil, slipped and fell onto some glass, rolled around in pain for a bit, then hit my head. I just woke up, and was a little groggy when you showed up. Now then, why is it that YOU are here?!"

"I am a guard. I am here to investigate this wreck for any potential danger."
He looks at the scene.
"What the hell is all this then? You do this?"

"I already said that! You don't listen very well!"

The guard looks shocked.
"You openly admit to having done this?!"
He points to one of the corpses.

"Of course I did! So, are you going to help? that IS what you came here to do right? Pull down your pants."

The guard beats Petrus unconscious, and then some out of spite.
When he awakes, he is in a jail cell. It is roughly 3 meters square, and has only a pile of hay in one corner. The door is wooden, and has a barred window in it.
HP: 7/10, head wounds, blood loss

Check the cell for bones, especially for broken long-bones with a considerable point.

There are no bones, only the pile of hay.

Search underneath the pile of hay for the "Obligatory Locked Trap-Door" Then make sure to ask for a spoon the next time I get fed.

Unfortunately, there is nothing but normal floor under the hay. After several hours, a man comes by with food. Petrus requests a spoon, but is given a stale piece of bread and a piece of fish jerky, along with a tin canister filled with water.

Open the clearly unlocked Cell-Door. If that fails, seduce the guard with your femenine wiles.

The door is locked and the guard has left.

"That door wasn't locked when they put me in here! something must have changed... but what?" Petrus ponders how the door could have gotten locked between him being put in the Jail Cell and now. Then proceeds to push on every Stone, Brick, Cobblestone, Bar, and other such surface.

Nothing happens.
Several more hours pass in vain escape attempts, and Petrus realizes that he has seen no sign of the guards in a while. He begins to get a bad feeling.

Try to steel my nerves, Then try to craft a fake Moustache out of bits of hay tied together with other bits of hay.

Petrus manages to create a small bundle of hay, which does not at all resemble a mustache.

Marveling at his new creation, Petrus applies the small bundle of hay to his upper lip, cementing it in place with a heaping helping of saliva, and aiding it's cementation with an upturned lip. Petrus then strikes a heroic pose. "Man I look good with a moustache!"

It is at this time that Petrus hears a loud thump against the door of his cell. The hinges creak loudly.