Funny how things in the Fade worked like that. Davrin felt he should he armed -- Lucanis always pictured Davrin fully armed and armored. He felt he should have it, so it was there.

Helpful, the first door was sealed by those fucking blood magic crystals that the venatori used. The red a bright vivid color that seemed to bleed out compared to all the gray, something that hurt to look at. Smoke poured out of the unsealed door. Going through it -

Not the Ossuary. Rows upon rows of bookshelves, tasteful artwork, bespoke carved chairs with comfortible upholstery. It was the library of the Estate, but the warmth of the fireplaces weren't going. A plush toy lay forgotten next to one of the smaller chairs, a little stuffed wyvern.

Notes were scattered around, bits of paper with Lucanis' handwriting about the ring, his mother's, about Illario... and near the other end of the library, a pillar of white light like an indistinct spirit that solidified into an older woman who Lucanis bore a resemblance to - the absent Caterina, no doubt. Spite hissed softly, moving closer to Davrin like he was trying to use the warrior as a shield.