The Raven Queen came to me in a dream, telling me that I've done right, but my story isn't finished yet. I'm so grateful I might start crying any second. I did her work. Maybe this is a step on my eternal strive towards redemption? In any case, I awoke with more hope than I've felt since. I don't know when. Of course, this will mean returning focus to my life, but I will allow myself some respite.
A quick detour to my temple led to us gaining a diamond worth enough for me to be able to bring someone back from the dead. We could also tell them about the unfortunate innocent killed as part of the fight with Kelara, and they promised to take care of him and anyone he left behind.
Of course, some more money after all this wouldn't go amiss, and the others suggested going back to, ugh, "Laurel Mansion" to collect some valuables. Along the way, the conversation as to what will happen to the house itself came up, and I realised that I'm technically the heir we know of. The temple has been the only permanent home I've had for nearly a decade. And this would be quite the home - especially if my compatriots want to live here too. True, our missions might take us other places, but we'd still have somewhere to return to. Thus, once I had the chance to look at enough papers to forge a will for Kelara, I did so - leaving me the property and everything on it.
Two servants were around as we arrived: Genua Milton and Simon Milton - the two who had run away while charmed. After Simon had hit me in the head with a rolling pin, we talked calmly and ended up quite amicable. They helped us search the place and, possibly, more importantly, made us tea. And I got to burn the portraits of the former owners. If we manage to get the property and if they want to, I'd be happy to hire them.
To wrap up our day we went back to the Splintered Stair to see Syrine about some more Bliss and possible information on Phennyr's uncle. She had both, taking me to à drug den where said uncle was supposed to be. A nicer den than most I've visited and patrons were more happy and chatty than strung out. Of course, that means they're not dealing with reality but instead living a dream that will destroy them. Case in point, a woman there wasn't facing the death of her son. I hope my little conversation with her will lead to her seeking out the Raven Queen.
The Firbolg we were looking for was indeed there, ignoring whatever reality he's trying to escape. Something is dying, and it's too late? It took some convincing to let the bouncer, possibly some supernatural such from Dworik, which is new. And some tempting free Bliss made it easier to get the man himself to come with us back to the mansion. I look forward to learning what he has to say.