Arva~
As you enter check yourself in the next room and touch where you were hit, there is this phantom feeling, like you could feel something on your head... something that was apart of you. Yet the second you snap out of it and reach for where you thought you felt something, the feeling dissipates, making you question if you really even felt anything or if it was just your imagination....
The room before you has the glowing embers of a dieing fire right in the center of it, which was probably left by the ferals you just drove off. The room is hexagon in shape, about twice the size of the pentagon shaped storage room you just came from. To the front and left are two paths blocked by rubble, one of them having to be the main path that you found blocked earlier. To your right is a set of giant doors, slightly open, but its too dark for you to see in right now. The floor is covered in cloth fragments, leftover food, a few extra clubs, and what look like bedcots in horrible shape. You do notice that the cloth fragments scatter around seem to be full of dried fluids. The room's walls have some tapestries falling apart, and what look to be a mural that's falling apart. You can roughly make out some vague figures are running from some dark mist like thing, but the rest is indecipherable, having crumbled apart over the ages. The room doesn't seem to noteworthy, other than the mural and the fact it was where the ferals slept.
You don't hear anything coming from the next room over at all...
Rest of you and ferals~
As Jen casts her spell and Sharon approached with her rope, the feral jumps a little once Jen asks if she can understand her now. The feral grunts and whimpers back. "Y-yes Mist...." Jen could understand most of what was said, as the spell wasn't made to work with humanoids yet it did seem seem to work somewhat with the feral. She was a little jumpy as Sharon approached with her rope but let herself be tied up on the account there was still a pack of wolves surrounding her.