Father's Prison
Nevermore can smell it too. She knows the scent. It fills her with both hope. And terrible dread. She steadies herself. Breathes. And draws her sword. Resolved to face this she strides forwards.

There is an altar at the center of the room with a body and a sheet draped over it. Nevermore walks closer eyes fixated on the covered body. She knows. She can smell it. Taste it. Grabbing the sheet with a trembling hand she pulls it off.

Her sword clatters to the ground. The world tilts dangerously. She has to force herself to be okay.

"Razz, I need a favor. Can you carry him for me?"

Nevermore steps aside to let Razz get a better angle. Gale Dark lies on the altar.