Yer one of Allene's, aren't ye? That one's got a ghost in her attic, ye know. Keeps sending other 'venturers to that damn place she calls a palace, thinking yer going to bring her feller back.
'Twas seven of us that day, one of them her feller. My best friend was another. Soon as we walked in, a tonberry attacked. It was dark, and we couldn't get purchase on the floor for 'twas covered in lake slime...then in blood.
What more's there to say? Only Allene and I made it out by the grace of the Twelve. Everyone else is dead. Think I'd leave him behind─leave my brother by another blood─if I hadn't seen what the tonberry left? I saw no treasure there─only death.
I've said my piece. Ye still want to see for yerself, that's yer business. I'll ferry ye there, for my adventurin' days are over and I'm the boatman of this lake.
She thinks they all live, ye see, all five of them hidin' from the tonberry somewhere in the palace. She tried to flee the infirmary; she told folk 'bout her friends needin' rescuin'─then she got sly. Ah, poor, lost Allene...