[The chamber is impressive and yet awful in its expansive emptiness, the way one might both fear and respect a god. Rinea's breath catches at the sight of the bodies, gruesome yet still in their ghastly repose. She slows her pace a bit to look. They're unrecognizable, of course, but the chrysanthemum sigil is unmistakable.
Most importantly...]
Somnus...
[Rinea picks up her speed again to resume her place at her companion's side. She peers at his face as they cross the silent tile. His expression is as opaque as ever, but... If he is-- or was-- the castle's lord, then...]
no subject
Most importantly...]
Somnus...
[Rinea picks up her speed again to resume her place at her companion's side. She peers at his face as they cross the silent tile. His expression is as opaque as ever, but... If he is-- or was-- the castle's lord, then...]
Are you all right?