Everyone had taken the news of ghost-Nami surprisingly well after they’d talked it out. Logue was fascinated; Adamina was beside herself with haughty know-it-all knowledge about the sort of things that allowed Nami to be a spectre joining them in the dungeons; Ranger was secretly terribly relieved that it had been her wishes that brought Nami’s… figment… ghost… whatever, along with them. Nami...

“On three,” Ranger said. “One… two….” Hold in there, Nami. I’m almost there. "Three!"   The skull c...

In the dungeons, it’s easy, sometimes, to forget that this place is not made to be inviting. It is not made to welcome you with open arms, to say hello and take your coat for you at the door, then sit you down at the table as the guest of honor while serving you your favorite meal. It might pretend, sure. It’ll lure you in with sweet promises of whatever you want most. ...

Ranger had not seen such a pitiful sight in…. Forever, maybe.  Nami, covered in blood from head to hoof, her face twisted in pain or fear, but sleeping now, having collapsed under the weight of whatever that witch had done to her.  ...