"Another one of the building's tricks," Eliot replied, without taking his eyes of the plaque. "We have instructions to follow." He glanced at Shane out of the corner of his eye. "Following them is presumably the only way out." Under normal circumstances Eliot would never have jumped to such a conclusion without carefully examining every corner of the room. But Bellum Letale was a strange place, and mind games such as this one seemed right up its alley.
Eliot forced himself to concentrate on the task at hand, desperately trying to push away the associations brought up from his own history. This is different, he told himself, harshly. Nobody needs to get hurt.
"You might want to take a look for yourselves." Eliot was still sleepy and grumpy and in absolutely no mood to tell Shane that the building wanted him chained up. He had met neither of the two young ladies before, so it would be easier to let them sort out their half of the riddle themselves.