I came to with the rest of the group around a smoldering fire. Still underground.
So I pulled Venrick and Lily to the nearest alcove and laid on my hands as my father had taught me. The faint lights of glowing mushrooms shrouded us and kept us safe.
Then we slept.
Once all were rested -- even Boris -- only then did we stand up and continue onwards.
Long road behind, long road ahead
The caverns spiraled downwards into the earth, and with each step the chill grew stronger. We found a group of survivors, four dwarves huddled in a traumatic heap. Tiberius and I got some food into them, and at Tiberius' behest I called upon my father's magics:
They had been held by a wight (one we had recently slain). It kept the four barely alive, taking their blood when it was hungry and breaking their spirits. The dwarf in question saw himself infected with the wight's poison, though that was one of many things that was about to kill them.
Tiberius, seeing this, offered the miners an honorable and peaceful death. They refused, and I spoke: "It is a long road, one behind and one with more path ahead."
Curie took the time to tend to the dwarves, finding much success with her cures. I left her to it, and when Lily asked: "The Light provides us those that can help. And I, here, cannot help." Truth be, I had a lot on my mind to contemplate.
Before we left them to rest, the dwarves warned of what lay ahead: a chest, with a living necklace inside. "It did not want to be controlled," they warned us.
Unliving
We returned to cave-diving, and therefore ghoul-hunting.