We continued through the mines, clearing the undead we came across. Tiberius and I rested as needed, the rest of the gang investigating onwards while we refocused on our respective missions.
Tiberius in combat was a welcome addition, his real spear and divine ones piercing the undead and surrounding me -- us -- with divine protection.
Venrick had taken a bow off of one of the corpses; now he fired arrows that burst into flame on hit, incinerating the undying and cremating their remains.
And I had learned to master my tower shield; though I couldn't move it when taking cover, it sported a strong defense.
There was a mining elevator; a mine cart track falling sharply downhill.
Curie revealed to me her familiar. It is a conrasu core, forged from stars and without form. Someone, not Curie, created it.
It hurt to see.