[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Alusq]

Still on edge from the fierce battle, Renata paced in an arc, following Renault's lead in investigating the carnage and the rubble... though she wasn't sure what she was looking for. Each room she passed was thoroughly caved in, and the imposing staircase on the side of the room opposite whence they entered was no exception, ending in an even larger pile of rubble. Perhaps the bishop knew a way through... but if there were anything they needed to know about on the other side, he would have told them.

Her eyes landed on the wall fixtures, the flames within still flickering with ethereal light, for the time being at least. "Magic?" she murmured. Either there was still something dwelling here, or perhaps Renault maintained the grounds in some way... She turned and sat on the stairs to ponder, looking to the tome on the floor and then Tiras standing over it.

"They were real people, once?" Renata wondered after hearing Lennox speak of one of the morphs as if he had known it. "Do they need burial rites?" At last, the adrenaline subsided. All she desired now was to do whatever she could to lay this place, and this whole adventure, to rest.