The brazier roars to life when he comes close and it takes on the unmistakable shape of a courser, thin and wispy and wasting away. He takes a closer look and realizes he isn’t alone here in the dungeons. Opposite him is a familiar sight; the haunt is standing patiently beside the firelight, half of its face obscured by sharp shadows while the other is illuminated by the flame. He paints an eerie picture, and Donovan feels a chill settle deep in his bones....