Brom waited till they were clear of the Baron before answering.<br/><br/>"Aye," he answered, "It means a warm bed rather than the cage for you to sleep in.  And age has stolen the venom from his fangs; he's lost his taste for blood and screaming."<br/><br/>Then he pushed her into a guardroom, where the trio of burly men hardly looked up as she was walked past them and into a long hallway set with cells, the Keep's infamous dungeons.  From either side, shadow figures stirred and watched.  Some withdrew fearfully from Brom, while others hissed or cackled and moved to the doors of their cages to get a closer look.  Many were human, Brom's previous victims or others taken away from some reason or another.  But among them were a few frail-looking elven women and at least one dwarf.  And a handful of other exotic creatures captured by the lord behind her and kept here for his games.<br/><br/>The end of the hallway opened into the centerpiece of the keep, a place whispered of often in fear.  And the torture chamber was as nightmarish as promised, if not moreso.