<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">Bridget follows the group of Kindred along the winding stairs, being careful to watch her footing, and trailing a hand upon the wall to keep herself steady in the increasing darkness that engulfs the group. </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">Inside the natural cavern Bridget looks around, getting a sense of the shape of the space that the group has been led into, but she is easily drawn to the sarcophagus when the mention of refreshments is made. Peering into the sarcophagus reveals to Bridget three young servant girls, but none of them appear to have the markings that might make them enticing to her, and so, somewhat disappointed she withdraws from the sarcophagus and moves to one of the chairs in the circle that has not already been taken.</span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">Bridget waits patiently for those around her to refresh themselves, turning her attention to the feel of the wooden chair she has chosen. Its arms are smooth against her fingertips, and her hands rest comfortably on them as she tries not to stare at those who have chosen to feed. The sound of the kiss, however, distracts her and she can feel the call of her own thirst tickling at her lips, which she delicately licks, thinking of the young girl in her carriage and the warmth of her beneath Bridget, the feel of her heat, the thrust of her breasts against Bridget’s own back, and the thrumming of her heart as the guard searched her carriage.</span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">But Bridget is restored to the present with the sound of Vencel’s voice, and so she turns her attention toward his words, her gaze following his form at the center of the circle. Her interest piques with the mention of ancient writings; Bridget wonders if they might not be prayer books of some sort and whether or not she might be able to copy them out should she find them. Her reaction to the news of the assignment at Tihuta Pass is somewhat indifferent, though perhaps a bit melancholy. She has been eager to settle herself again, but inwardly thinks that this fortress they are to build may well be her new home for some time. The thought, however, of interacting with a Tzimisce, even if a nearly normal one, frightens Bridget a bit. It is this fear that lingers over her mood once Vencel ends his speech.</span>