Chapter 3 - Revelations

Aghast Sky witnesses Bay's unexpected show of force and meets Hazel's eyes as if to ask if she knows what just happened.
Carefully she looks around before setting one foot through the Bay shaped hole, then the other. Twitching tail and ears show her tension in the necromouser's l- still technically locked - room as she kneels down to check on her unconscious friend. She turns her around and makes sure she breathes.
"Bay needs to rest, as do we - I'm sure. Let's see if we can't find anything and make her sacrifice worthwhile." Sky temporarily leaves Bay to have a look at Filmon's study, then plans on bringing her friend to a safe space for some much needed rest.

Sky tries to push the bookcase to see if there is anything behind and lifts up the picture to do the same. Then she looks for helpful details within the painting.

Rubbing her eyes, carefully standing up, Bay winces at her discomfort. She still feels a sense of rage, of wrath, within her - fury at the tricks, at the deception, at the harm, at the malfeasance of Filmon and his designs!

A look of angry determination on her face, she moves back out through the hole in the door - unsurprisingly she fits snuggly through it - and out towards the lobby.

Looking over at Bay with much compassion, Hazel realizes she herself isn't doing so well. But her curiosity wins out over her common sense. Whether it's the desk, a picture, a book - Hazel looks at everything carefully and tries to make sense of what's going on here.

Has the brown mouse seen this necromantic symbol anywhere before? Is it somewhere mentioned in the book what's the purpose of such a container would be? Can she discover a picture of their puzzle? She also checks for secret doors or compartments.

"Gentlemice! I understand that you want to leave this cursed place - given what we have heard, and seen, and experienced just now."

With that, Bay wrings out her single ear - still wet from her recent drenching.

"But Sky, Hazel, and I, we will be staying - we fear to leave the evil and the designs of our host to continue to fester and grow here. If we do not act, then who knows what further harm and pain and damage they may cause!"

"These machinations have already lead to the death of a poor helpless child on these very grounds - we MUST act to resolve this situation, solve this mystery, make this place safe again, and safe from its malign influence from spreading"

"Would any of you join us in this? This heroic venture for the good of our community?"

"Well, you have stayed here for a while now. Can you think of anything that might help in our situation? Any secrets or irregularities you have come across, maybe? An artist and a tinkermouse might have a greater visual understanding than we do. Anything out of the ordinary...besides the undead in the cellar, I mean?

Or maybe any information or oddities regarding our necromousing host? ... besides him being a necromouser, I mean..."

After successfully finding and reading all of these diary entries, Hazel runs up to her friends and excitedly shows them what she has found. Calling out: "I knew it from the beginning! But now is the right point in time to free the shed from its lock and get to solve the mystery of the manor!" Punching her mouse fist high up, Hazel tries to motivate her fellow mice to storm the gates of ... the shed and to finish the skeletons. With whom the brown archer furred still got a bone to pick!

Bay straightens her increasingly bedraggled outfit - being overwhelmed by water and then bursting through a wooden door haven't done it any favours. She wants to keep pushing on this! Let's finish this now before things get even worse!

"Let us go to confront that necromouser now! Before he has a chance to get away. While we can catch him red-handed with his skeletal minions. Let's see him try and bluff and bluster his way out of that!"

"I'll run up to my room, bring down my trident."

"Pumpkin Jack, will you come with me and then help me gather oil, and torches, and flame to bring with us? Perhaps the skeletons can be harmed by flame and oil?"

"Mrs. Sprocket – could you help us bring along the rope and net Mr Filmon brought out earlier? I'd hope that a net would be just the ticket for entrapping and holding a bunch of skeletons - all those ribs and bones getting stuck within the netting?"

"Hazel, Sky, anything else to bring other than our weapons?"