>>5239670>>5239675>>5239677>>5239679>>5239682>>5239744>>5240058>Ask if Ava knows of any ahead.“..You’ve undergone this journey enough times in the last two hundred years to know this dungeon well, no?” You press her. “There must be a dollmaker of some sort somewhere ahead. This dungeon’s magic attracts all sorts.”
“Ah.. well.. there might be. When last I saw him, he mentioned he dabbled in dolls.” Ava tilts her head. “A skeleton that lives in the CATACOMBS. Yorick, my half-brother.”
“Oh, another one? And I don’t suppose he loathes you too? Because you denied immortality to him, or his brother, or his mother, perhaps?” You begin with dry bitterness in your tone, but you stop yourself at the look of pain in the dhampir’s eyes.
“No. Yorick doesn’t hate me.” She can’t seem to meet your gaze. “But he’s quite a ways away–he tends to set up shop in the shrine just prior to the next block. If we intend to go to him, we’ll have to carry the doll the block’s length.”
“Hey. You there, noble.” A stray voice calls. You glance over–it seems some of the fallen AUF ARSENE have begun to rise from the niches in the walls and coffins around. “Why do you harbor a dhampir?”
“We should go.” Your berserker cuts into your conversation with a narrow look. “You won’t prove much help to the doll if you’re clapped in irons and dragged back up to the surface.”
>Retreat back into the shrine ahead with the doll.>Let Emilia carry the doll while you press forward.>Write-In. 