A group of young investigators in a dark, candlelit dungeon. One uses a magnifying glass on a map, another writes, and a third examines tarot cards. Detailed illustration.

She crouches in the deepest shadow, half-hidden behind a crumbling brick pillar. Her knees are drawn up, and she scribbles intently in a grimy notebook balanced on them. Her long, dark hair falls like a curtain across her face, but one keen eye is visible, watching the others. A small, freshly-dug trowel and a few interestingly shaped stones lie by her feet. · Mort (The Archivist): Sitting cross-legged on the floor, his back against a giant, leaking sack of something unidentifiable. He is utterly focused on unspooling a long piece of varied string onto his lap, meticulously examining its knots and textures before making a note in a small, ledger-style book. A stack of battered biscuit tins—his "filing cabinets"—is neatly piled beside him. He is the picture of quiet, intense concentration. · Wren (The Leader): Standing proudly atop an overturned, rotting barrel, she is the focal point. Her lanky frame is silhouetted by the candlelight. She wears that infamous, tatty baker's boy hat, and a magnifying glass is held with authority in her thin hand. Her albino white hair glows in the dim light, and her pale eyes are narrowed with determination as she points towards a map nailed to the wall. · Pip (Horoscopes): She sits right at the base of Wren's barrel, almost tucked under her protection. A massive, colourful, patchwork scarf is wrapped around her small frame like a blanket. She's frowning in concentration at a spread of oversized, dog-eared tarot cards on the floor before her. See more