The first step back into the mansion 'Phordite reminded Raven of its grim past. A horror of living flesh walls where the sounds of the dead wailed every night–so much so that, despite being horror hunters for a while at that point, the experience had left the party's mind crippled for a while. Camping in the garden until every brick and pillar was replaced by the workers, they stayed the hell out of that place.
And yet now that he was back, he felt a sense of nostalgia hugging the mansion air. The orphanage was replaced in his mind by the comfort of the last few years spent in the mansion. Home–that's what it was, despite everything. No place better than home to stretch the limbs and lie back and relax. With that in his mind, Raven stepped further in.
