Janica looked around herself obviously intrigued. Why were they entering a dungeon, and a makeshift one at that? She assumed Mylord had quite a few interesting 'machines' hidden in his basement, and again her portly host had managed to correct the image she had of him, and not for the worse.<br/><br/>"Ahh, of course Mylord could do that." she commented on the way down "But the way he has managed to work this poor servant up today I fear I might completely loose control tonight and just rush out of my chamber, grab the first servant I meet and force him to bring me at least temporary relief on the spot. As much as I would hate to traumatize that poor man thusly."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>