Amber Hills Asylum.
In better days, a bastion of hope and good intentions.
Not these days... at least, not underneath the buffed floors and starched white uniforms. Everyone now and then, someone is released; cured, at least of what they went in for. The night terrors follow them. Most patients remain, and their increasingly skittish mannerisms and frantic eye jerks are chalked up to degenerative conditions.
Well, the degenerate part is right.
The Royal Hound sketches out what she remembers of the facility, aided by the Seneschal, and the group approaches. A ten foot tall fence lines the perimeter, with a single access point at the front. Broad swaths of light cut through the darkness from rotating beacons, occasionally spotlighting guards with dogs.
This Scene is Linked; all pools remain as they were in
Trail. It can be assumed that clothing and gear could be changed/acquired before arrival.
I consider the group to be a ways down the road, outside of view of the checkpoint; feel free to begin.
Joseph Hartmann has retired to the Dracul chapter house to research the Brugnalia.