As you reach the far edge of the village you stop and look back. Golden candlelight pours out of the dinner hall house with ghost-like figures flickering in and out of reality. It seems as if they cannot leave the dinner hall. What used to be rage filled screams are now pleading for you to return.

Watching it from afar you take a moment to compose yourself. Behind you, the familiar voice of Maldred is heard. You swiftly turn around to face him.

“You managed to get out.” Unimpressed, he yawns. “Are you ready to continue?”