Shadowheart brought the torch to the dying fire and walked in the crèche taking a coupled looks at the dilapidated surroundings your foot steps echoed up the halls she scoffs and stares at a pile of bones acknowledging they were once human “I have seen many gruesome death’s but I can’t fathom some of the horrors that were inflicted in this supposed house of healing” your companion said dryly with a tinge of dark humor the fire danced across her determined features she pushed past and continued her stride