Yrsula insisted Azier not leave her again after she saw that thing in the drinking parlor, but he didn't budge on his answer - and once more, she was left to her own devices with the torch, and the paper and ink quill she had been provided with.
She went back down the right side's hallway in the atrium, and found her way to the back hall where they converged, but it was blocked off with wreckage with had skeletal remains that reached out from under it for someone to pull them free.
This had been a massacre of large proportions. Even though it had already taken place centuries before they got here, she still felt a prickle in the back of her neck that warned her that there was danger that lurked after her in the shadows.
Part of her wanted to cry, but she managed to gain her bravery and continued her exploration.
