Carrying Mr. Fluffles between her tits, Lisra led the way down the corridor.  Down to the next floor which was...<br/><br/>...wow... a dungeon, really?  Hell, and a rather... interesting one.  No cells was certainly odd.  Lots of torture devices... she could only imagine the psychological trauma that would ensue from watching the other prisoners write, suffer, and be tortured...<br/><br/>"So far." she added to Kara's statement "It could always be worse... but this does tell me the date of this place a bit... which is<em>really</em>old... be careful, and search for a passage somewhere..."<br/><br/>And she'd start with the wall nearest to the torture devices, of course, if only because she trusts her own reflexes better than the other two, no offense to them.  Checking the wall, checking the floor... there had to be more to this than just this; there was no other way to go back in the previous area...