It happened again! Now what was she to do...Monk was a ghost, she was a shaman, and now she had lost yet another companion. The fluffy one fought hard and strong. He was always protecting her in his own strange way. Who would protect her now? They had entered the room like any other in this dark dank place...She was growing to really hate being under ground. Things always died there. Once the fluffy one had moved into the room, she had seen the monstrous bears. They towered over her short form, staring at the party with hunger in their eyes. The fluffy one immediately started in on one of them as he usually had when faced with being something's dinner. The monk ghost tried to move into a couple of them as he did other creatures in this place, but for some reason could not. She at first took the mask of the fey to hide her from the bears' sight. But once she was actually moving amongst them, they could somehow still sense where she was. Did she smell that bad? The fluffy one had never said anything about her stinking and he could smell really well. But that bear still tried to hit her. She decided there was no sense in hiding from something that could find her anyway. So she took the opposite approach. She took on the Body of the Sun and gave the brute a hug. She had to work on staying on the thing's leg for a while. It kept trying to throw her off. No creature likes having a 4'9'" body of fire latched on to it. But she held on well, and eventually starting climbing up the bear's leg burning him with her flames the entire way. The fluffy one had taken off it's other fore-leg with an axe and moved away in battle with another. So much happened in such little time. By the time she had noticed the fluffy one flopped over on the ground, his fur soaking through with blood once again, it was too late. She walked over and with her nature sense could tell he was dying. She thought to heal him, but realized there was nothing she could do for him. Even if the body of the sun had burned out, which took time, more then had passed, there wasn't anything she could do. It was too late. Too many had died that day. One too many. She turned her nature sense on the bear that she currently sat apon and saw that he was too hurt to outlive his wounds. She took his life and released him of the pain his body was suffering. She glanced over to the other bears. One lay dead, the last work of the fluffy one. The other cowered in the corner, fear in it's heart and pain from it's severly damaged eyes...but it would survive. If these things could find her when she was invisible to them, she could find food and live a good life. She chose to leave it be. The monk ghost took solid form and pointed out some treasures he had found in the room. She collected them and put them into the enlarged wagon. The monk ghost somehow managed to place the fluffy ones body and belongings into the wagon as well. Paulis, when he finally woke, would find himself between the bodies of the two lost party members. She put the wagon back into it's box, tucked it into her pack and moved on out of the room. She still had to find the Heart of Cold that was supposed to be down here somewhere...but right now, she just needed to find somewhere to sit and rest. She was tired. Tired from the fight with the bears, tired from yet another death in the party, tired of being in this dark place....She found a quiet safe place and tried to sleep. Laying there she spoke out to the monk ghost, hoping he would hear her..."I need to rest. Please watch over me."