Arrive at Avana.

More walking, a sleep, and then you finally reach the southern road leading up to Avana. You're already aching to get back to the manor. Selling everything can wait until later. For now, you and the party agree to a nice meal and a rest in the comfort of your home. You open the gates, and proceed down the pathway, finally into Dragonhide Manor itself. Nobody even wants to properly store their belongings. You toss all your supplies and bags of treasure onto the living room floor and lay back on the couch--all of you squeezing to fit.

Niki sits at the end, with one arm on the rest, and the other laying over the top, by Amara's head. She sits beside you, and though does so more gracefully, her head is back and her eyes are closed. Eva, to fit, is laying over everybody's legs, with her own legs over yours. By some miracle, you can't see up her skirt from this angle, though it isn't far off. You could touch her smooth, bare legs from this position, but you fear what her angry kicking could end up hitting.

"I need a bath," Eva mumbles.

"I think we all do," Amara says. "We still smell wet, and like seafood."

Niki sniffs her arm. "I've got this weird brimstone scent after fighting that devil guy. You know, the one with the compensating-for-something pitchfork."

"Wonder why devils were there. Seems weird," you say. "Is that normal?"

She shrugs. "That was the first time I've even fought a devil. They're not all that common. The only time you see them out of their realm is when someone summons them, so that's definitely bad news."

Amara suddenly perks up. She looks left and right, and seems to be focusing on something. "I believe somebody just knocked on the front door."