Cadwell doesn’t suffer from insanity; he rather seems to enjoy it.
Apparently destroying the Sentinel triggered a magical ward on the Prophet’s cell door… I guess this ‘Prophet’ was not the only one who saw us coming. The eccentric Sir Cadwell points us towards something called the ‘Undercroft’.
So… a conceited apparition, an undead swamp-eater, a Nord she-mountain, and now a long-time soulless knight who favours wearing a pot on his head. This…THIS is my salvation!? I’d ask Lyris to pinch me to prove this isn’t just a nightmare, but I think I’d probably lose an arm.
Pish-tosh and onto the Undercroft then.