They trudged on through the passages, each step taking them now closer to steadily more eerie sections of the castle. They could almost feel the gloom creeping up on them as they passed through passage after room after another passage. The leprechaun was clever enough not to talk all too much, but he still seemed to be oddly cheery for someone who just a short while earlier had been giving warnings of all the strange creatures lurking about. In fact, he was almost on the point of being suspiciously cheery, and Shendron had of course been watching his behaviour for the last little while. Few things slipped past a werewolf unnoticed.

Rowen was completely absorbed in monitoring their trail, keeping track of most of the traps he had left behind for any unwelcome guests. He knew he could rely on Shendron to keep an eye out for trouble too. As Rowen felt another of his traps being set off, he glanced up to look at his companions, only to start at what flickered before his eyes. In the fraction of a moment he had looked up, he witnessed the leprechaun's green skin disappear, to be replaced for an instant by something far more human. A woman's eyes stared at him in that moment from the back of the leprechaun's head, a living embodiment of the expression "if looks could kill." And just as quickly as the apparition had appeared, it disappeared, leaving Rowen shocked and bewildered.

Rowen stood still in stunned silence as the other's walked ahead of him, but Shendron quickly noticed the change and stopped in his tracks to turn to Rowen.

"What is it?"

"What isn't the right question. It's who. And we had better start moving, because I know who!"