Stabat Mater's Room

The faces were screaming at him, piling themselves one over the other in an effort to barricade him from one room to the next and trap him here on the pile of furs. But he could see a golden light through a slight crack in the faces, and he stubbornly pushed their gaping mouths aside. "Damn, where'd my sword go?" he looked around till he saw the pair of arms rise from the floor and hand it to him: a marvelous black thing with a silver edged blade. "Ah, there it is," he said, snatching it up and sheathing it at his side. The sheath swallowed it up and vanished too, but he could still feel its weight at his side. With a sigh, Stabat Mater addressed the tall mirror that warped and wavered within the mounds of screaming faces. Hundreds of eyes stared back at him from a mass of green scales and two, scaly arms. He huffed and adjusted the belt he wore over his tunic.
In a flash there was a stone room. He thought he saw someone in a sheet of glass.
But then it was gone.
"Hello?" he called out, looking around. But the screaming faces prevented any reply from being heard. With another sigh, he pulled them apart and threw them aside and continued on into the belly of a massive snake: thousands of massive ribs winding about with dark red flesh in between them, holding them together. He headed off down the corridor muttering to himself. At least the screaming had stopped. "Now... where would the princes be? Or my other guards for that matter? The Provost Gaurd cannot just sit idle. I do hope they've all been about their business."

The sound of a voice drew him from his reflections and he turned about in the tunnel to see Lia, or rather his own representation of her. It had no mouth or eyes, rather a smooth white face with twin slits where a nose ought to be, and the words she spoke seemed to appear in his mind. He assumed she was telepathic.
"Oh, very good. I had heard something of a meeting with Valaire sometime ago, was that really with Prince Feng? Must have slipped my mind." He frowned, blinking slowly as he tried to recall anything else he may have forgotten. "What is on your agenda for today?" he asked her.

"Probably organizing security details for the coming meeting," he said. "We'll all have to work twice as hard when the Valaire arrive." Not that we aren't pushed around enough already. He wondered vaguely if he ought to report to the Highnesses. Surely they would send for him if they needed him personally. "I had best get on to a station then. Unless you would care to come with me?"

He nodded, "right," he said, and he headed off down the living tunnel. Hopefully there would be no more screaming walls when he rounded the corner.