I was able to find the correct doors and hallways without even thinking about it, as if I had lived in the place for a long time.
I reached the dungeon and pushed open the heavy door. Two guards stood on the other side. Taking one look at me, they bowed their heads and let me through. This woman was important, and it was strange to be revered that way as I walked along the stone floor.
The dungeon was dark and musty smelling, much the same way the place I had been held for all of those months was.
Brook had trailed along behind me, and I heard her making little comments under her breath about the smell and the dirty state of the place, and I almost laughed. I wondered how hard it had been for her to visit me in the dungeon back home.
When we arrived down by the cells, I saw a familia
