You, Gaelan Legarro, are surprised that you can still find something creepy. Perhaps it is the strong semblance the place bears to the library of a certain sage friend of yours who was transfigured by von Roo, or just that the unknown still bears a certain reluctance to you... but there is no time to worry about it.

You shun the mortal beings and their campfire for the banality that they hold, and press on deeper into the Catacombs. The air is dank, and the stone walls are slightly moist. You consider trying to find your way back home to the castle - but you are stopped short in your thoughts by the distinct scrape-shuffle sound behind you. Whirling in a blur of quickened reflexes and black cape, you turn to face your worst enemy!