-Reaches the shore, laying Miltia down and going back in after Cloud-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Is pulled to shore-
-Fen should be with the group near the top of the tree unless she went off to make sure the Doctor didn't get himself killed-
-Inside the clearing is what is unmistakably the throne room-
-Sun filters in through the branches overhead, though the leaves on them have already turned orange and red and yellow and brown-
-Bodies litter the room, all wearing elegant finery, and all of them unnaturally good-looking to the point of eeriness. A few humans, ones that appear far better fed than the children from earlier, are dead as well, some of them draped across the masters they tried to save. Not all of the blood spilled is red, and some of it seems oddly like tree sap-
-Slinks inside and sits down-
-Bows its head-
-Remains kneeling outside-
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist-This one is an older adult woman-
-She's very pretty. No wonder they liked her enough to bring her up here-
-She's also missing an arm-
-Is sniffing around the room-
"The Court is dead". I presume they came here first...
...Now what?
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MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist-Wrings out his tie-
We need to get back to the tower. If the others are still there, they'll need our help. If they're not, then hopefully they're not too far from the tower by now. Those shadows may have the place engulfed entirely by now.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Looks up from sniffing at a young male with an eye gouged out-
...I suppose we have no choice but to seek counsel with the Queen below. This could be a problem.
-Is still mourning outside-
I'm not sure I could fly that high up... I've never flown that much before.
-Looks over at Fen-
-Incoming death hug-
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MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist-You are now soaking wet-
You're okay. Do — the others will come for us soon, probably.
You would be remiss to trust either one, truth be told.
...The ones from the shadows, while they are not hers to command, tend to do as she wishes them to. It is possible that they attacked of their own volition, but it's equally possible she ordered them here herself. Neither possibility is favourable.
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MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist-Looks at Fen-
Considering we all just fell hundreds of metres into a lake filled with entrancing fishwomen, I'd say we've come out rather nicely.
If we can't get inside again, then let's not get too far away from the tower. Keep an eye on anyone leaving it.
We may have to find some way to help them escape safely.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?They'll come back for us...
Perhaps she has become suspicious of her sister. Perhaps she believes she has taken the bird for herself. Or perhaps she wishes to do so before anyone else can.
...Maybe she's after us. Maybe she knew we were coming here, and she wanted us down there.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistRight. Let's just... take a breather for now. Keep watching the tower for any changes.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

-Doesn't cover his mouth, having grown very used to the smell of death-
....Oh, yeah. Must have been a huge party.