More investigation, while some of us try not to cause excessive offence and others... don't.

Lacking a post-mortem, we poke about and correlate the old contents.

What was Sir Ashby chasing? Or, perhaps, what was chasing him?

The newly widowed Lady Phipps chooses to consult specialists in discreet investigation of the occult. Actual game starts at 44m30s.

Tied up and next on the sacrifice queue. Will our heroes prevail?

We lurk in the warehouse until the ritual... oh.

Of course it's a setup. That doesn't mean we won't go.

Spying on sorcerers is thirsty work.

What a lovely man. We can be sure he isn't a chaos cultist.

Turns out investigation is harder work than hitting things.