Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-4662333-20191217041641

Before Fassilion could move to the next room, a ghostly apparition appeared sitting on one of the chairs of the dining room. The appearance of the being was that of a High Elf.

"Sit." The spirit commanded towards Fassilion as it stared at him intently.

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"This is his mansion, he should be here, or at least we'll find clues of his whereabouts," Torsten pointed out to his comrades as they made their way to the second floor.

The second floor of the mansion led to an indoor balcony overlooking the first floor, and there were a multitude of doors for the group to open. Not giving much to thought, Torsten picked a room and opened the door, before he was once again taken by surprise as a creature of the undead flung at him and tackled him to the ground. Dravis was first to react, and kicked the zombie off of his Nordic colleague, before Torsten himself drew his sword and plunged the blade right at the neck of the zombie.

"F-fuck," He let out as he drew several breaths at the unwanted surprise. It was another close call for Torsten and he needed to remain calm - the entire group was, as he rationalized, at his responsbility.

The room they entered was a reading room of sorts. A small library of tomes that would've looked inconspicuos were it not for the now dead zombie on the floor.