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"Rehhhhh......" Gralwynn lets out some sort of... hissing shriek? The already animalistic look in her eyes boils over with fear, panic, and rage?, laughter!? Too many emotions at once flow throughout her face and demeanor, but all return to fear.

Dropping to the ground, she begins to roll around on the floor, scratching about, experiencing some sort of fit, her eyes spinning about wildly in her head, froth running from the creases of the corner of her mouth, running down, and up, and sideways along her face in her spasms.

She stops for a single moment, an idea, one borne of panic, fear, rage, disgust, and a myriad of other things gives her one very bad idea.

Gralwynn casts Control Flames to extinguish the torches; if there is no light, then she shall have no shadow doggedly pursuing her, no shadow to chase her tail around in a perpetual, infinite chase.

Creak looks surprised and very confused at this whole scene, “You know- anything else?- I’d be worried about this- but with- her- meh- The usual.” However, he notices the lack of ghost child and examines her, “Baldric got possessed again? Really?- Nothing to do for him now- Help me out here, Creak.” Creak goes to help her up as the lights go out, “This is fine.- Lies”

Rubbing her eyes, Rynna casts a fire bolt to relight the torch.  All she could think was that she was glad it wasn't her who got possessed.

Balmaris will attempt to use the distraction of the screaming druid and then the sudden disappearance of the lights to try and escape the room

“So what are we to do about Gralwynn?”

“Help her up- Can’t very well leave ye here now can we, little guy.”

“It’s kind of obvious that we have to help her up. I was more referring to the fact that she is currently scared of everything.”

“Do I look like I know magic, lad?- Possessed- Man o’ the cloth- Maybe they might be able to help us.” Creak shrugs.

Gralwynn freezes up as the light comes back on, her momentary calm spooked out of her, she is now completely still, frozen in stiff and narrow position, you don't think you've seen her back this straight. This display of her full height is mitigated by the fact that she was moving when the lights came back on, and has since fallen on her face.

Creak slaps a claw onto his beak.

"Unless you're planning on dragging Gralwynn around, I don't think that she's going anywhere."

Creak perks up! “Idea!” Creak tears off a piece of cloth from Gralwynn with his knife and ties it around her face as a blindfold. He makes a triumphant toot.

"It's worth a shot."

Loosening up, Gralwynn takes a few moments to just lie there, face on the ground, seething at the indignity of it all.

She slowly get up onto her feet, and feels her way around the room, looking for someone to latch onto. "When I get my claws on those ghos_"

Her sentence is immediately cut short as she trips on Finlan, falling to the ground again, but with a knee of her's landing in his gut, waking him up.

The sounds coming from her now are a mix of profanity and animalistic sounds that would no doubt scar the children, were they not already dead.

Taking a second to at least make sure he's up, she channels Guidance and smacks and smushes his face a bit.

"The ghost is possessing her, right?  If it is undead... can it be turned?  Or maybe holy water would help?" Rynna considers after watching the hijinks.

*WHEEZE* Agh! Ugh! GET OFF ME!!! Finlan yells at Gralwynn

I need some air and water. Finlan says as he moves to leave the room.