"Show me," I said in as even a voice as I could.
If Tram felt my panic attack just inches from him, he didn't give any indication when the roots started moving forward again. Or maybe his silence proved he did. Either way, he didn't argue.
A dull glow soon shined from up ahead. As we drew closer to the corner of a wall that hid it, a soft buttery light slanted over my boots, and I could see everything. We stood in a long stretch of tunnel with others forking and winding away from it. Sorceressi and even some Sorcerers with scraggly hair and broken teeth peered through the breaks in their root-covered cells on both sides of us. Some beckoned with curled fingers for me to come closer. Some glared at me with murderous eyes. None of them made a sound.
"Trammeler magic keeps them quiet down here," Tram said, seeming to read my mind. "It also prevents them from using any of theirs."