Awareness returned in a stomach churning wave of nausea. Something was striking her around the face and she instinctively tried to raise her hands to ward of the blows only to find them lashed behind her body. She managed a weak groan as her groggy mind sought to parse the disparate information her nerves were screaming at her.

"Up!up!" Someone chittered at her in a language that she realized after several more blows was supposed to be Reikspiel. Realization burst like a mortar shell and she opened her moth and screamed with pure atavistic terror. Every Tilean child had heard horror stories of the rat men who haunted the swamps. A thousand half remembered horror stories came crashing home in a moment of pure distilled terror.

Things became confusing for the next several moments as blows rained down on her, driving the wind from her lungs. Something that tasted like rancid lambs wool was thrust between her lips and her mouth forced open. Sharp talons seized her tongue and yanked if forward. The taste of rusted steel filled her mouth as a blade was pressed to her face.

"It shuts its mouth or it loses its tongue!" Shrieked one of the ratmen. Camilla froze in place. A moment later the monster let her free and she sagged to the ground.

For an indeterminate amount of time they marched her into the darkness. She tried to think tried to plan but the best she could come up with was dragging one of her feet to leave a faint trail of scuff marks. Admittedly that plan relied on Cydric being alive and insane enough to come looking for her.

As the moved deeper into the tunnels the weird green glow intensified as did the musky stench. They passed several more eyeless statues, each covered in more graffiti than the last before finally emerging into a great hall. Beautifully fluted columns soared into the blackness and a hundred sets of red gleaming eyes turned to gaze on the new comers.