Yes, you give your word.

“Yes, I agree to your price.” Not having much of a choice you relent, though you sense this Saqira is honorable. “By the gods and by the blood of the House of Vikare, I give you my word.”

For the first time the African beauty smiles. “Good.” She nods and pulls the lever, opening the manacles on the bondage table, setting you free.

Rubbing your wrists you sit up, looking over your new beautiful compatriot you briefly enjoy the view, before focusing on business. “How do we get out of here?”

“Follow me.” She heads away from the table in the direction the queen left. “There is only one door in this room.”

Freed from the table, for the first time you get a good look at the room. Between how the shades on the chandelier are angled, and that large black curtains that hang around the wall, the room isn't as big as you thought.

Pulling aside a curtain Saqira reveals a large oak metal framed door. When she opens it you get a brief glimpse of a stone hallway outside. “Damn it.” The African retreats back into the room, closing the door quickly. “They're coming.”

Saqira runs back into the middle of the room. “By the Nile I didn't want to go this way.” She kneels down at the foot of the torture table and produces a steel key from her belt pouch and inserts it into a well concealed keyhole in the floor, which opens a small trapdoor.

“Get in and jump down!” She orders as she grabs an unlit torch from the shelf underneath the table.

Not use to taking commands from a woman your first instinct is to demand answers, but you realize time is against you. Barely squeezing into the tiny hole, because of your large muscular frame, you drop about fifteen feet to a sandy floor below. Moving away to make room for Saqira, you look up and see the Nubian enter the opening while closing the trapdoor with one agile move, before dropping down to your side.

With the trapdoor close you can now barely see. The only light is the faint glow of strange fluorescence lichen on the walls.

“One moment.” Saqira whispers as she produces flint and steel from her belt pouch.

“This isn't right.” She mutters once her torch is lit. “I've seen Bizia throw dead bodies down this hole when she was finished with them. I thought a stream ran through here that would wash the bodies to the ocean and thus provide us with an escape route.”

Looking around you disagree with Saqira's assessment. “The floor is dry sand and there are no bodies, nor even bones, in this place. Besides, this is no natural underground cavern, but a man made room. Look how the walls are carved out, and that there are four passage ways leading north, south, east and west.”

Saqira's eyes go wide with fear. “By Ma'at we're in the labyrinth!”

(NOTE: The following maze is only a fraction of the way done. It is more of an experiment, one of which I am not sure will work.)