Brigit followed the doctor.  He had said the dungeon was disturbing but she was pretty sure she'd seen worse.  It was dark and the winding maze was tight and confusing.  She felt claustraphodic, her throat tightening.  She slowed her pace and concentrated on breathing, putting her hand on the doctors shoulder to lead her.  Soon she had cleared away the claustraphodia and was fine.  They had entered a small warm room.  There were others here.  They shifted as the two entered the room.  There was pain, and anger, and confusion in this room.  She felt them flowing around her.  They were checking the visitors out.  Brigit took in a deep breath and slowly looked at the doctor.  She spoke quietly but clearly.<br/><br/>"Who is kept in here?"