"East..." Fendros bowed his head forward, closed his eyes, and tried to recall the xanmeer in terms of cardinal directions. Within, it was difficult enough to retain one's sense of direction, so it took a moment. There was also getting past the anxiety clouding his mind. As his memories returned, Fendros spoke with a grumble in his voice caused by his shouting. "A training room, a large training room," Fendros swallowed and opened his eyes, trying not to look directly at Ahnasha's insides, "I was never in that room without there being at least one cultist present practicing spells or some such." Fendros ran out of breath quickly as he spoke, so his next breath was deeper, "There are two doors out of that room, one goes to a larder, or kitchen area, I think. The other..." Fendros paused and looked at the healer monitoring him for lies. "...The other is a corridor that leads to bedrooms and the rest of the xanmeer." Fendros looked directly at the torturer. He wasn't done pleading, "The first bedrooms are the guest rooms that we were held in, one of them is where our son is being held. Please, he's innocent of all this, don't let your men hurt him."