Entering the dungeons, Gabriel could feel the dampness in the walls, and the cool nature of the dungeons. They were not made to be dry and dusty, they were damp, cold and based on the squeaking noise, infested with rats too. If not for the torches along the walls, the place might have seemed abandoned. Many jailcells were broken open, others forced off their hinges entirely. Few were left intact, including one near the back where the formerly robed woman was sitting in what amounted to set of white knickers and a bra, the woman's gaze defiant, but her arms cuffed together and her body looking battered with small bruises and cuts, though it was obvious she had received<em>some</em>healing at least.<br/><br/><strong>"What do you want, <em>Loyalist swine?</em>"</strong>The woman asked this in a harsh manner, staring at Gabriel coldly, before continuing.<strong>"You killed my brother and struck me down, have you come to ravish me as your reward? You brute, you beast, you are no better than the protectors, you enemy of all women, you cold-blooded bastard!"</strong>She shouted at him accusingly, her voice loud as she seemed intent to try and deafen him with her shouts.