The archivist looks onward impassively at Janis' "command" and only smiles every so slightly. Ireena, exhausted from lack of sleep and her contest of wills does not respond to the Pale Lady, and instead keeps her eyes focused off in space. The others in the group look to each other, and apparently having no other words, join Janis and Jarrith in the town square. Landreth joins the company, and by his stance communicates his desire to follow. The group, having no desire to argue it currently, acquiesce.
Past the church to the north, stone slabs---mostly simple square markers in the earth---dot the recently trampled grass that grows at the foot of the great crag. Somewhere far overhead, the dreaded castle looms. But here, the omnipresent mist encircles the cemetery but seems unwilling to penetrate its heart.
Signs of the recent mass burials and cremations little the yard, but no others sign of life stirs within.