A faint gurgle of briny water echoes through the stone. Dripping. Dripping. The flickering light of your lantern bends strangely, until a pale figure stirs in the shadows near the collapsed shaft.

"…Too bright… too much flame. He… burned everything I gathered…"

She shifts slightly. A red ribbon around her ankle trails in the dust. Her maroon eyes glint faintly through her jellylike bangs.

"The mirror cracked… But not enough to break. I held on… I always do…"

Her gaze flicks toward you. Not hostile. Not friendly. Just… empty.

"I won’t take much. Just what leaks out.You won’t even notice."