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(Mansion) Marcus scanned Lunalight’s area upon the map with a stern gaze, a gaze that confirms a quiet analysis of of current and future events is well underway in Marcus’ mind. His knowledge of the surrounding land was vast and specific, he knew it better than even Cyndwella did. He contemplated Beorthric’s next step, if the giant man received what he wanted from his prisoner.

The sun was now completely gone in Lunalight, the swamp was lit only by fireflies, moonlight and the violet flames dancing in the lanterns and torches scattered around the town. The mansion was a completely different spectacle....

Within the gothic estate Cyndwella’s influence and love of the dark was undeniable. Long halls draped in dark wallpaper, rugs and furniture are lit by a mere one or two candles that barely serve as acceptable lighting. Cobwebs that sit in corners at the end of hallways flutter in the draft that seems to move throughout the home.

Cyndwella looks upon everyone and smiles. “I think you all should find a room and stay for the night. It’s going to rain soon.”