Well, she made it, managing to make the note last long enough to get her bad leg over the first step and off the floor, the mosaics beneath her ceased glowing bright white and returned to their eldritch blue glow. Handy’s thoughts had drifted. The ludicrousness of the situation had somewhat dulled and lessened, and he found himself reflecting upon the circumstances leading him here. Specifically the circumstances that had lead him here to these ruins in the middle of God only knew where, dealing with ghosts and dances and rituals and horrible abominations looming above him. Sure, he was doing it all to get the crystal and find a way out, but he swore to God that if he couldn’t twist the arm of those deer to give him some kind of recompense for all of this, he would—