The woman who turns to him has an intensity to her that's only partly obscured by her formal bearing. She speaks of experience with places such as this, both the castle and the dungeons, and Thancred ponders how literal that might be. Her speculations are reasonable as well, and he gives the vacant cells another glance before turning back to her with a nod.

"An attempt to make a good impression, mayhap? They seem to hold us in some manner of high esteem, based on how we've been treated thus far." There's the comfortable rooms, the tables filled with food for them to sample whensoever they please, and the insistence that they had been recognized for their exploits back home.

"In which case, I wonder if any prisoners have been temporarily relocated." It's a grim thought, but not outside the realm of possibility.