When you open your eyes, you find yourself in another place--a room filled with workbenches. The only light comes from guttering lanterns hanging on the walls. An attractive brunette Varisian woman--maybe ten years older than you?--is leaning back on a one of the tables. You think she is using the table for support; she is panting as though she has just run a mile, and her head is bowed. Your gaze drifts up from her heaving chest to the choker she wears at her throat. Wait...
...your mind drifts back to yesterday, Lem showing you the painting he'd found...
...this is Warden Hawkran's wife. You're certain of it
She seems to notice you for the first time, and stands up, looking startled, before she relaxes and gives you a not-unkind appraising look.
So young... you hear her say under her breath.
She closes her eyes for a moment, and then opens them again.
Three left, she says as the vision clouds over and she disappears.
You open your eyes again, back in the auditorium. But you know now that the voice you heard urging you to explore the next room was Mrs. Hawkran's.