Second incursion into the ruins of her ancestral home.

“We can all go ogle the elf another time, right now, its time to earn your pay.” The priestess giggled.

“Fine. I'm ready.” Sofia shrugged heading for the door.

The three of them walked through the down trodden town through the light of day. More people moved about the streets, but they ambled with a nearly lifeless gait. The dilapidated buildings looked even worse in the sunlight, and the whole town had an aura of hopelessness. Even the chapel seemed forlorn.

Making their way through the woods, they came to the courtyard, where they had fought the skeletons. Piles of ivory bones were scattered through the brown dying grass, here and there. Making their way up the marble steps, they stepped into the torn up foyer, as Killian took the lead. Through the left doorway, they entered the library they had entered the night before. Walking through the doorway on the other side, they entered a dusty and unused music room, complete with a huge gold harp in one corner, and a grand piano in the middle.

Teija smiled, her mind slipping into the past, as she remembered how much her mother had loved this room. Her mother had been a gypsy priestess, wandering the lands, as a free spirit, until the day she met Teija's father. She was a skilled musician, who could play several stringed instruments, including the harp. The piano, however had been new to her, and when her father introduced it to her, she fell in love. It was the first instrument she couldn't take with her, large, heavy, and rooted to its place. Yet its sounds were so noble, so beautiful, so haunting.

Suddenly Teija's thoughts were broken, when she heard a crack beneath her feet, as the three of them were traversing the music room. The other two looked around concerned, when the floor gave out beneath them, sending the three adventurers tumbling into the dark below. For a moment, the falling dust was the only noise.

“Is everyone okay?” Sofia asked.

From the southern side of the room, a soft light glowed as Teija flooded her power into her arm, dampening the pain. She had fallen on her left side, and felt like her entire body was bruised from the impact. “I'm good.” The priestess groaned, gently knitting together a few cuts along her body.

“Armor,” Killian groaned form the north side of the room, where he had fallen. “only does so much for blunt impacts.” The man wheezed softly.

When Teija had healed the major injuries, and was left with bruises, she sat up, and looked around. The light from above left the room, shadowy, and dark. Reaching to the side she found a piece of wood, though from ceiling or furnishing, she couldn't tell. Whispering power into it's surface, it began to glow softly, casting the room in a warm yellowish light.

The room was an old storage room, though, now it seemed rather barren, the stuff once kept here, having been sold off or stolen. Killian had pulled himself against the north wall and was sitting with his back to it. Unclasping his breastplate, he pulled it aside, to get a look at the cloth underneath. Pulling it aside he found his left side covered in red bruises. Sofia was kneeling on the west side of the room, watching the two of them. She seemed to be perfectly fine, the nimble pugilist likely tumbling with the fall better then the other two had.

Teija pulled herself up and walked over to Killian, handing him the magical torch, and placing her hands on his side. Letting power flood into her hands, they glowed softly, as she slipped her magic inside of his body, reparing the damage beneath the surface. “Are you okay?” The priestess asked Sofia, while she worked.

“Yeah. Couple of scrapes, nothing major.”

When she finished healing her companion, she stood up and looked around. She hadn't been down here very often, and didn't know the layout. The collapse of the room above, left stone, wood and debris everywhere. Thankfully, the Piano had not followed them, though it now hung partial over the hole, a looming threat, and an incentive to get moving. The debris had covered a doorway heading east, which she was pretty sure was where at least one exit was. They weren't getting through that way. That left a door to the south, and a door in the northwest corner of the room.