Dromora, Years Ago...

Something is seriosly wrong.

Your heart stops in your chest as you stare at what used to be a beautiful picture. Warm, fresh blood is still slipping its way down the oversized photograph as you swallow hard. Four rips looking to be caused from sharp finger nails run through the middle of the picture. A large fist hole now is in the upper right corner.

"What the hell happened!? Did Lord Dehmerest do this? Why!?" You say all this aloud, in total shock.

You wonder what could have possibly upset him THIS much. Is he angry with you? Are you in danger? Your thoughts race through your head..."Dromora" you think. "Where is Dromora? Who lives in Dromora?" You wonder if this place, or someone from this place could have caused him pain.

"If only I knew where Dromora was, maybe then I could figure this mess out." You say to yourself.

With that, you feel the fear you originaly had in this mansion course through your blood again. You look to the floor, a small bloody knife lays upon the carpet. You feel it is best to leave it where it lays.

Turn From The Painting