The castle itself would have intrigued her if she were visiting it under other circumstances, but as it is it feels dark and menacing.  The sounds coming from behind the doors don't help either.  She's almost relieved when she finally reaches a throne room.  At least until she sees what's sitting in said throne.<br/><br/>Shuddering at the thing's unholy appearance, Liz forces herself to stand firm.  She grits her teeth and slowly nods.  This is not going to end well, she can tell that right away.  But if she's going to get the both of them out of here alive, she'll need to know what they are up against.  Following after the thing, she shudders as the tentacles sway around it, the small mouths at their tips grinning viciously.