Its all in the Cards.

Eye of the Storm was as wary as ever, and he held up his companions for a moment more. He had a plan.
"Can you point to the window of the room the baby is at?"

Rose with a still trembling hand points up and to the right. "His room is there."

Eyeing the ceiling above with fear ringing her large emerald stare, Briar fights a shudder or a shiver or perhaps a convulsion as the gravity of their current situation settles upon her sense of reality.

"Wait!" She spurts out in a strangled sound as her initial impulse to yell is rapidly caught by the reminder of instinct to be quiet. "What did the lady say?"

She eyes her compatriots to discern who among them would remember best Madam Eva’s advice with that first card she flipped. "A sick town. A bad house. A tortured boy." The leaves on her skin freeze over as if an ice storm had just crashed down in a flash. It was an apt representation of the blood in her veins.

"If there’s a child being tortured in there, all the more reason we must make haste. Briar, would you be so kind as to fly and peek into the babe’s room to see if the child is in there?"

Ashtar tries the door handle and attempts to open the door.

Eye of the Storm looks at Briar, things turning out like he planned.
"If you wish not, I will climb up there. But I believe things may not turn out as they were presented.."

The fairy takes a moment after Ashtar's request to take a deep breath. The leaves on her shoulders bulge like her little lungs, then settle to a stillness they rarely embody. Then she flits off up the stairs, carefully keeping to the edges of the shadows as best she can, moving slowly and keeping a wary eye on the surroundings as she moves.

Ashtar opens the double doors to reveal A pitch black free of dust hall that runs the width of the house, with a brand new black marble fireplace at one end and a sweeping, well oiled red marble staircase at the other. Mounted on the wall above the fireplace is a shiny longsword.
The wood-paneled walls are ornately sculpted with images of vines, flowers, nymphs, and satyrs. The decorative paneling follows up the dark staircase as it circles upward to the second floor.

Ashtar waits for Briar to scout and return before moving any further beyond what he's already done. The place dripped with dread, and he wanted to rescue any child that may be trapped within, but doing so waiting for Briar may reveal some helpful information.