Now Trevor was dealing with Hana and her myriad of hot dogs... oh and Constable and Kasayee as well. But right now, he couldn't help but snicker slightly at the little 'hot dog' conversation the three girls were having. And surprisingly, Melissa was the one who made sure not to mention anything about how things were made... Smart move... "Honestly, it doesn't matter what they're made of or how they're made..." Trevor chuckled, taking one of the offered dogs. It had been so long since he had one, and he knew there were ones that were simply amazing back in Arcana Cabana. Oh how he longed to be there again... "...these things are just good period." he said, taking a bite of it. Yup, it tasted like he remembered. Though it may have been one or two levels above the ones he had back home... either way, a good hot dog was something no one could beat whatsoever. "Oh, apologies... my manners...." Trevor cleared his throat and directed his attention towards Hana. "Trevor Masters of Team Manna. The team's resident sorcerer. A pleasure to meet you." "As for the two options... if I may..." Trevor continued, directing his attention now towards the two options. "I wouldn't mind assisting with the mansion clean up. However, I'm free to help with the children as well. What do you two want to go with?"

While the Nightwalker did eventually start to slowly lift itself up, Ziun couldn't help but wonder why it's eyes seemed to flash as it looked in his direction. It was eerie... more so than the normal undead that they had been dealing with over the course of the last few floors. Nevertheless, he couldn't deal with these thoughts for right now... no, right now was a new situation: falling Shadows that seemed to be emerging from the Nightwalker's hand and arm... and they simply fell towards the ground from the appendage. "...wonderful..." Ziun groaned, watching these Shadows fall. He figured he'd take care of them now rather than wait until they were already on him or his allies, so he prepared his illusions, keeping them in a circle just waiting for them to drop down and become ensnared in it. Or at least... he hoped that would be the case. In the meantime, he noticed that the other three Shadows that were active seemed to be going towards Chris... he could handle that, him and his magic string. In that case, Ziun put all of his focus and attention right on the Nightwalker and this time had its hand and arm in his sights. One right after the other, he fired off icicles that went uninterrupted, hitting it's mark with no problem. With this, Ziun started to move around, whilst continuing to pepper the creature with the icicles. "Keep moving... keep up the pressure... it's GOT to be ready to fall sometime...." Ziun muttered, exhaling slowly.

It took longer than one might have expected for Quinn to make it down the lighthouse stairwell, but that was to be expected given the conditions of both the stairwell and its descender. The former had already been elaborated on -- someone or something had turned stairs that were perfectly manageable and dry on the way up into a precipitous and moist experience -- but the latter was, in equal measure, inexplicable. The stairway had the odd property that it seemed to bend and warp the spacetime around it, stretching outwards towards infinity before snapping back to a manageable depth. And yet, despite that inscrutability, the resultant sensation was not dissimilar to what Quinn had experienced stepping off the boat. The lighthouse interior was dank, yet still cool, though Quinn was managing to work up quite a sweat. As Quinn clutched the handrail, desperate to keep zir weakened knees under xem, they wondered at what the stimulus must have been to cause such feeling. Ascending had not been a problem, only going back down. Was this the effect of another ghost? Had the promised spirits of the realm finally had enough of Quinn’s intrusion? It was an enigmatic experience, but, with Cassiopeia’s assistance and one or two breaks, Quinn managed to get back on solid ground, and, after a moment, he exited the lighthouse entirely. The blast of fresh sea breeze that hit Quinn’s face as e opened the door and crossed the threshold immediately wiped away any nascent malevolence Quinn had been experiencing, and now that fae had successfully completed another adventure, went to go find the rest of their party and catch them up on the news. Surely, they had had their own experiences to relay as well! Somehow, despite leaving the lighthouse after Bridget, Quinn managed to find Jacklyn and Annelise first. “Hello!” Quinn said, waving back as she approached. Quinn was excited to see the new friends that Annelise was about to introduce them to, but one of the friends -- the lead one, it seemed -- seemed to take up a contrary position, and the rest of them quickly followed. It was the sort of conflict that, thankfully, Quinn was prepared to resolve. “I see. I cannot make the same oath twice in one day, and I have already made a sworn enemy today, so that does unfortunately default you to the ‘friends’ ledger until tomorrow at the very earliest. I can try to be halfhearted about that if it makes you feel better about your chances, though.” He avoided eye contact and did as noncommittal a curtsy as it could manage. “My name is Quinn. I suppose, for lack of a better word, you could call me a ghost if you wanted to.”