She knows the smell before she reaches the lip of the pit. Fíadh is no stranger to death, but that doesn't make what she's seeing any easier, and her eyes widen in devastated shock as she sucks in a quick breath. Her eyes scan all the faces she can see that still have any solid shape, searching for something familiar and hoping not to find it. But … no, none of them are the ones she knows. And surely they wouldn't let this happen. In guilty relief she forces her shock into pure rage.

Fíadh turns to the nearest ghosts. So far they've shown no indication that they understand language, but they were intelligent to lead the group here … surely they could help further for justice.


"Who did this?"