Chapter Thirty: The Underground "Deep, deep underground where the dead rest. Don't wake them up, or you may join them." The heroes hurried back down to the first floor and found an unexpected sight. Where the huge mold stain was stuck to the floor was now a huge wooden staircase that wound down towards the darkness below.
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Iesha "No-one realizes that those lost still remain with us. Usually, they remain in our hearts and memories. But for some, they are trapped on this Earth forever." Five minutes later, it looked like the whole group was recovered enough to continue. Valtyra opened the door behind her and found a set of stairs leading up. She started up them, her footsteps echoing once throughout the crowded passage. The further up she went, the more unnerved the half-elf felt. It was as if the manor itself was trying to turn them away.
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Fear and Illness "Where is the courage that you held so tightly to? The faith that pushed you forward?" Valtyra crossed the dining hall with blades in hand. She knocked over whatever got in her way, and she only stopped when she reached the entrance of the room. The hallway in front of her had two doors, to the left and to the right. Without any thought, she picked the door to the left and prepared to kick it down. Something pulled at her shoulder and she turned to find Alicia.
Chapter Nine: Grim News from Mosswood "The eye of the storm has passed. Now you must face the other side of the hurricane. Some say that the other side is worse than the beginning. Will you survive?" Valtyra woke up with a monstrous headache. The sunlight streaming from the open window next to her did not help things in the slightest. She had not even opened her eyes yet, and she felt as if she was in Hell.
Chapter Twenty-Seven: The First Floor "You never know what memories will be pulled out of your head. Will you be ready to face the past you left behind? What about the present?" With the click of the doors' latches shutting together, the inside of the manor became uncomfortably quiet. The only sounds that could be heard were the creaks and groans of the house settling on its supports and foundations. Looking around, Valtyra could see the wood of the walls waterlogged and molded severely. Moldering trophies hung on the wall in front of her and to her left: a boar, a bear, a firepelt cougar whose pelt looked similar to Bubnug's cloak, and a stag. But they were not as impressive as the monster on display in the center of the room. On a raised platform, a twelve-foot-long creature crouched. It had the body of a lion, a scorpion's tail with dozens of razor barbs, huge bat-like wings, and a deformed humanoid face.
Chapter Twenty-Six: Misgivings "You're about to put the pieces together, but are you right? If not, lives could be in danger. One mistake could end it. Are you ready to accept that?" Valtyra entered the inn room and found her companions setting items, weapons, and other objects on her bed. There was not much there, though. Only an iron key with some kind of heraldic symbol of a flower surrounded by thorns, and a wooden coffer which, when opened, held leather pouches stuffed with money and a sheet of bloodstained parchment. Lotho immediately put the money aside, muttering to himself about giving it to Mayor Deverin. Valtyra was about to ask if that was it, but Lotho turned around and started arranging the clues they found previously on the bed as well.
Chapter Twenty-Five: Recovery "You have taken up blades again? Well done, soldier!" Shayliss opened her eyes at the sound of the dawn bell's ring. She looked next to her on the bed, but found the spot empty and the rapiers she gave Valtyra yesterday were gone as well. Rising to a sitting position and letting the sheets cover her body, she thought back on the previous night.
Chapter Twenty-Four: ...and Return "...Yet it can be recovered from. No, not immediately and no, not completely. But it will fade, and you will learn from that pain. Child, pain's a part of growing up. Without it, you will never learn. Never grow into the person you need to be." Valtyra woke up in the bed and took a look around the room. Alicia was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, and within clear sight of the door. Her eyes were closed, so Valtyra wondered if the woman was more perceptive than she thought. Perceptive enough to rely only on her hearing when playing the guardian role? She knew that the archer was a skilled fighter and had a mind to match, so it was not too much of a stretch. Then she wondered why she was wondering about that. Maybe her mind was not quite together yet.
Chapter Twenty-Three: Switch... "Pain is one concept that we all know but cannot understand. There are many kinds of pain. Some which people love, some which people cannot come to terms with, and some that people avoid like the plague..." Valtyra woke up and immediately felt her muscles complain. She tried to rise, but her head flared and she fell back down onto the pillow.
Chapter Twenty-Two: Grayst Sevilla "Everyone believes that the undead are weak, slow creatures that are only interested in brains. I dare you to met a ghoul one day and think that same thing. Assuming you survive, that is." The green form of Bubnug flew across Valtyra's vision and crashed into Sevilla. Both slammed against a bookshelf and fell to the ground, struggling against each other. Valtyra turned away from them and yelled at the tiefling, "Get him out of here!"