Johnnas had had enough of this little shop of horrors and simply ran into the next room. There he was at a table a classic group of adventurers sitting down, idly chatting. An odd mage dressed in blue, a proud warrior, a cunning thief and the odd woman he had seen before. They were obviously poor souls trapped by the foul man who resided in this place, Johnnas thought. He felt sad for the poor souls but knew there was only one way to save them. He strode into the last chamber.

There he saw corpses, skulls, various bones and an altar in the center with a man shrouded in black robes and a hood in front of it.

As he preformed some odd ritual he sang:

Strike us down, we shall rise again, more vengeful than before,
Scurry into your piteous hovels,
The Darkness shall close in,
And we shall have our vengeance.

You cannot hide from night.
It comes before, follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter,
The sanguine night, it follows you,
And shall not cease until you fall.

He then gave a small chuckle.

Another man in black robes then hurried in, with odd pointed ears, gray skin and an eye patch.

The first man then turned to the second saying: “Xalmarr, my friend! Long time, no see!”. With them entangled in conversation, Johnnas did not tarry. He cocked an arrow, taking aim at the one called “Xalmarr” and released.

The events were like slow motion for Johnnas, though they lasted only a few seconds.

Xalmarr turned on his heel, grabbing the arrow in mid-air, and then snapped it in two in one fist. He then uttered an incantation and appeared beside Johnnas. Johnnas vainly tried to sprint away but Xalmarr uttered another incantation.

Johnnas glanced back to the center of the room to find the first man smiling. Then a flash of purple lit up the room and Johnnas fell.

As darkness closed in on his vision, he heard laughter.