Prologue - Death House

"Are you sure you're all right Taniwha?"

As the man bluntly answers, she nods her head and shrugs her shoulders.

"Well, we best be going and setting right what once went wrong."

Abraham watches Taniwha, pretty sure his muttering is part of a two way conversation. Narrowing his eyes when the warrior brushes off concern about his well being, Abraham nevertheless turns to leave the room.

"Anything else take priority, or is it time to head downstairs and put this whole ordeal to rest?"

"I um, could carry them in my backpack." Narissa offers, I don't really have anything in there."

Taniwha shakes his head slightly at Narissa’s words, "The dollhouse. Rose your dollhouse." With purpose he turns heading back to the room and moves to the dollhouse. "Sorry Thorn may I have a look at your dollhouse?"

Taniwha looks over the toy house searching for anything strange, as well as attempting to memorise the layout especially the basement.

Thorn shies away from Taniwha, peering at him suspiciously. Still, he lets the tiefling look at his toy.

The dollhouse contains all three floors and the attic but seems to be missing the basement. Rose explains in Taniwha's head: "The basement isn't really part of the house, it's older. It was here when we moved in. I think it was here before Father told his men to build the house."

"Sorry Thorn I was . . . " He pauses he had hoped, "Nothing, thank you for letting me see your dollhouse. I will bring your Sister back shortly." He turns from the dollhouse, "I think we should leave the remains here together, in case we don’t return." He says talking to the group finally, lastly looking at Abraham. "Rose says she’ll let me fight."

And with that walks towards the basement entrance.