Joined by puffed up Hats, Boots, and Peach, we've continued with our purgatory onslaught of the keep's inhabitants. We routed a hoard of hairy critters—much like the ones I hunted for hands in the past—and whatever pathetic remains of bandits there were.
Brother Amos continued to surprise me with his behaviour, first by arguing for sparing the monsters, and then hesitating to turn the undead mass we've encountered below the keep. His magnanimity might be our undoing one day. Perhaps he has been possessed by something? I ought to keep an eye on him.
Our search for prisoners, supposedly held in cellars, haven't results in anything so far. We've only found death, death, and more death: fifteen rotting zombies, and one chilly bastard akin to the purple-eyed bastard from the Bone Keep.
The crew is currently inspecting some four statues, each wearing a unique pedant with a beast. Apparently, we are supposed to prostrate in front of one... What for? Only one way to find out.