In the room with the blue door, Duncan and his companions remained silent, and so did the twisted mass of creature tissue stuck to the door.
After what seemed like forever, Duncan finally broke the silence. "Is there anything else you need our help with?"
"I don't seem to have any regrets," came the voice of Kristo, "and can't think of anything to ask for—good people, what can you do for a soul who has been dead for many years?"
"What about your family?" Fenna couldn't help but ask.
"My family..." Kristo hesitated, as if some memories had just surfaced in his twisted "shell," "Oh, right, my family... my wife and daughter, they live in Frost, at the end of Fireplace Street..."
Kristo murmured softly, his voice growing fainter as if he were about to fall asleep, but suddenly he woke with a start, his voice clearer, "Ah, if there's a chance, please visit them for me. It wouldn't hurt to send them a message, although they probably already know what happened to the Obsidian."