"She was here..."

"Who?" Questioned the faun, cautiously crossing the threshold into the clearing about the gnarled and ancient tree at it's centre.

"Jennifer. She was here, this is where she died."

The Animus, a creature bound in spirit to a human's soul cocked it's head and ruffled it's ears. He knew, all too well, what had transpired here a thousand years ago, but he could not quite put it into words. Something, akin to guilt and ancient lore bound his tongue and kept him silent...pondering...ashamed.

"Then it is here that we shall commune with the fae, to seek answers to questions and question the answers given."

Jennifer smiled, a serene grace swelling in her heart. She had started to forget which were her feelings, and which were the faun's, they had become so intertwined she felt for the both of them. The tall tree loomed overhead and in the brief silence between statement and action, she was almost certain she could her bird song, children's laughter, and the distinct melody of panpipes and song.

It was here, many centuries ago, that the tomb of Dumlaught earnt it's name..."The Ravensloft," she began to recite the legend that the people of Underwood muttered to children to keep them out of the forest at night, "is where the guardians of the dead and the fae gather, a portal to the shadow realm where the trees speak", the faun gruffly finished the tale.

"And the creature of the woods are wilder than ever..."

Jennifer glanced over her shoulder and smiled. "Yes, yes they are." With a charming flick of her hair she continued towards the trunk of the tree, it's hollow inviting her into it's throng. Soon, the Circle priests would arrive, and the window of opportunity the Daughter of the Nina tribe had to work her magic in the Ravenslofts' presence would be lost.