Above all else, the priority here is to rescue those taken by the Witch... or at least, it's what Mitsuhide considers to be priority. No amount of treasure or jewel shards could draw him away from rescuing those currently trapped in the imposing fortress.

With this objective in mind, it's inevitable that he and those who have come with him should end up in the prison. Many have probably left that area already, but plenty are almost certain to remain; the danger that the 'guards' might present to those without weaponry or combat experience is great, so it's almost certain that there are some poor souls left in the dark spaces of the cells.

Mitsuhide already has some unfortunate stains on his blade and armour; getting this far has required fights with various undead men and women, some of whom bled as a living person but others who seemed to be filled with little more than dust and black, corroded flesh. The fights were unpleasant and not the easiest in such enclosed spaces, but so far they have triumphed without injury.

In one cell-lined corridor it seems they have been granted a brief reprieve, because the shumbling creatures are nowhere to be seen in this small part. But perhaps in one of these cells...

That doesn't mean any samurai would let down his guard, however, and Mitsuhide is all steely warrior right now. His expression is serious and focused as he looks around, hand on his sheathed sword.

"We may have better luck finding someone here," he murmurs, quiet but clear. "I think a thorough check of the cells is in order."