Party One: Siana/Jareth/Rictor/Amos
Given all the reports since the swarms of undead at the cave, Siana knew it was too much to assume that the troubles were over. Without any further clues to go off on than the writing on the walls of the cave, once again, she, Monaco, and Peony had come to a dead-end where they had no choice but to wait for the culprits to strike again.
And strike again they have. Siana and Monaco mobilized as swiftly as the Riskbreaker had called for volunteers. Hopefully, they responded just in time to find who was responsible for the deaths of two of their fellows and so many more the past few months.
Upon reporting for duty at the scene, Siana had raised her eyebrows in surprise that it was the men of the Silver Blades who joined them in their cause. Their involvement made sense, however; after the vandalism at the Necrohol and the rise of the undead, they had just as much a vested interest in seeking justice as the peacekeepers did. With a nod, Siana greeted both Sir Rictor Cassul and Father Luscini. Their presence was not unwelcome.
At the gruesome scene that awaited them, Siana took out the memstone to record all the sights for Peony's study later. She longed for the mage's presence, but a councilor's life was a busy one, Siana understood. After recording the full three-hundred-sixty-degree image and letting the others make their own observations, they pushed forward through the tunnels, where in an instant, Siana's senses were overcome with a feeling of rage.