Bitter Retreat
It is a tough one to swallow, retreating now, but it is the right thing to do. Kael has just brushed with death, and knows it. Danth's power is almost drained, and with the house seemingly turned mad by the defeat of Aldern, or the burning of the mold, he is concerned that a lot more healing may be required. Jokad, well, he never likes to retreat, but that doesn't mean he is a fool. Jovik, on the other hand, is pretty sure that they have already uncovered the real treasures of this hell hole.
The party beat a weary retreat up from the catacombs to the first floor of the mansion house. The place feels eerily still. The large stand that housed the manticore is empty now, of course, and it just makes the entrance hall feel bare and run down.
The five companions (for Mal is truly one of them now) move towards the front door, ready to leave. Mal growls, stepping back a little from the door, his teeth bared, a guttural growl leaving him. He can sense something evil outside. A whole lot of evil.