The sound of a heavy heart beats in their ears.

A spectral woman wanders the halls.

And a young girl, traumatized, has somehow survived for five years.  But what has the evil done to her?  Has it soaked into her soul?  Ulysses takes it upon himself to comfort her, to speak in a language of emotion rather than words.  The understanding runs deep and she bonds to him — refusing to leave his side.

Beetles infest the dungeon — attempting to burrow under their flesh.  If aggravated, they send their victims into a deep sleep so they are able to strip them of their skin for their ever-growing hive.

Another band of mercenaries arrived before them…upending the barrels of fragrant oils.  With reflexes that are faster than their reason, the mercenaries drop their torches to reach for weapons.  The oils ignite, an inferno.

And still the sound of the beating heart…