Jokad bursts into the old kitchen room, his sword ready to strike at the rat horde. The place is silent, but it is far from empty.
The floor is thick with their dead bodies. Hundreds of them. The tables are covered in their corpses. The small, bloated, blind bodies ankle deep in places. Jokad moves uncertainly forward, kicking them away as he wades into the room. Hundreds and hundreds of dead rats fill the room.
Danth follows him in, followed by Kael and Jovik. Mal follows in their wake, careful to step in the cleared areas as if not wanting his fur to touch their corpses.
Something has killed them all, but their bodies are untouched from blade or fire.
Danth shakes his head. It looks like they may have fallen dead from the terrible backlash that you all felt when you set fire to the moss. Perhaps these things were connected to the horrible affliction that you have, at least temporarily, dismissed.
You all feel a tension rise, relieved that you are not going to have to scrap your way out of this place.
Then you hear an almighty roar above you, as if some angry demon is raging above your head. You hear the footsteps, heavy and sluggish, as they approach you from above. Something is descending the stairs towards you.