Aye, they take joy in it. It was once the inquisitor's headquarters over thirty years ago, though with the expansion of the organization, they needed a larger space. Besides, it was always rather unseemly when they dragged men through the Crozier to get there. It was entirely too visible of an affair.

[He realizes this is pretty dark....]

But my parents always took me there for celebrations. The new owners were always happy to see us. As a matter of fact, the head chef of the Dungeon is a retired Inquisitor! [He gives Francel a soft smile, trying to set a more palatable mood. He looks over his shoulder before he lowers his voice:]

There's a rumor that they hold exclusive parties in the basement, though I have never been able to attend due to my duties.