There's a blow to the back of Zul's head, and everything goes black.

She awakes with the mother of all headaches somewhere cold and damp, lit 
by just a few flickering torches, one of which illuminates a dead rat.

As she comes round, she realises she's not alone.  Zul is just one of 
perhaps thirty or forty prisoners thrown into what amounts to a large 
holding tank; they've made no attempt to segregate men from women.  She 
recognises quite a few people, including Soyara, one of the 'working 
girls', and a fellow called Banjo who seems to be an associate of the 
knife-thrower Rotemdol.