That Inyrra had accepted her apologies made Gajol feel much better about the whole situation. It wasn't as though she'd been dishonest herself; she had a genuine sense of camaraderie with her current party, and wanted for it to stay that way. Gajol waited for the rest of them to introduce themselves to the priestess before doing so herself. "I am Gajol Gru-Mabus, and I'm pleased to meet you, Priestess. You may follow if you like, but know that you will be in great danger, regardless of where you go, so it would be wise to stay near." At that, she led the group to the door opposite of the one that lead to the aptly-named 'Room of Confusion.'<br/><br/>Opening the door slowly, Gajol discovered a stairwell that spiraled downward at a very steep angle. Her sword held over her back, Gajol stepped downward with caution. This caution was soon abandoned, however. About halfway down, she began to hear faint screams of pain, and her demeanor instantly shifted from careful to reckless, and she made veritable leaps downward. At the last step, she made a stumble, colliding with the door and smashing it down, dropping her into the next room.<br/><br/>The place was lined with instruments of pain. Manacles were chained to the dark, stone walls, holding up people who, for the most part, were dead. Many were mauled beyond any sort of identification, burned, mutilated and broken corpses hanging limply. Only two of the prisoners were alive, one of them a slender woman who was almost pale enough to pass for a cadaver and tied to a rack, stretching her painfully. The other was a heavier woman with hair that was a wild menagerie of hues, still leashed to the wall with a metal collar that was spiked on the inside. Were she to so much as twitch her head, it would spell her doom. There were three others in there, two men and a woman wearing robes of the similar pattern as Allura's, though with a pattern of red and gold instead. They were tracing over the scars on the woman on the rack with brushes that left trails of fluid that burned like white-hot fire, blackening the marks as they smoked.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>