Its all in the Cards.

Looking at the scrolls Briar learns they are: Invisibility, Magic Weapon, Enlarge/Reduce.

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Alyria taking another thumb through the tomes in the hidden room. Find that they are filled with titles that have something to do with fiend-summoning and necromantic rituals. Titles include:
Infernal Incantations
Demonic Conjurings
The Dark Grimoire
Fiendish Summonings
Grimoire Mortis
Cursed Codex
Sepulchral Summonings
Netherworld Necromancy
Macabre Manuscripts

In the main library, she finds a roll of romantic (some erotic) books.
Titles include:
Swordplay of the Heart
Enchanted Embrace
Spellbound Serenade
Dragon's Desire
Mystical Masquerade
Fey Fate
Warlock's Wishes
Elf Enchantment
Mermaid's Melody
Wizard's Whimsy

Uninterested in the magical tomes, she moved back towards the door. Seeing all the different titles, she shamelessly plucks five of the romance rolls. She can get bored sometimes while traveling or when hunkered down and unable to sleep. As a firm believer in love, she isn't afraid to hide the rolls of adult stories as she slides them into her backpack. With that done, she leads the group to the last room on the floor.

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As you cautiously push open the door across the hall, the air thickens with a haunting melody, echoing through the ethereal ballroom. A ghostly figure, its form translucent and haunting, delicately taps on a harpsichord in the dimly lit corner, while another spectral presence plucks at a large, standing harp near the fireplace.

Gossamer drapes shroud the windows, casting eerie shadows across the elegantly appointed hall, adorned with a brass-plated chandelier that emits a faint, flickering light. Ghostly couples, their faded forms swaying in an otherworldly dance, glide across the ballroom floor, their movements echoing in the stillness.

Among the faded guests, two simply dressed maids move silently, their ghostly hands passing out drinks to the spectral figures seated along the walls. In one corner, a pregnant maid, her belly swollen with an unborn ghostly child, stands with an unsettling aimlessness, rubbing her phantom form as if lost in a trance.

Amidst the spectral waltz, a male and female ghost, their forms more solid yet still ethereal, engage in a dance fraught with tension. The man's lustful glances towards the pregnant maid stir a palpable anger in the woman, her spectral visage contorted with fury.

As the music abruptly halts, the faded figures vanish one by one, leaving only the pregnant maid and the final couple. Their heated argument fills the room with spectral echoes, culminating in a chilling slap across the man's face before the woman dissolves into nothingness.

Alone with the pregnant maid, the man approaches, his spectral embrace a paradox of love and longing, before he too fades into the ghostly ether, leaving behind only a lingering sense of unease in the haunted ballroom.

"I hate this place." The Tabaxi stated plainly.

Ashtar slapped Eye of the Storm's back as he walked past to examine the room. "What's not to like? Ghostly hauntings, love, lust, passion, betrayal, and a hint of murder or ten." He mindlessly pressed a few keys on the piano, and lifted the lid to see what's inside.

A slight rattle of chains can be heard in the silence as Alyria's hand presses just over her heart. Her sad gaze looks at where the spectral embrace had just been. Love and longing were emotions her heart knew all too well having experienced it for far longer than she wishes to admit. "What a horrible situation to be in, loving someone you can't be with."

She ignored the longing in her own voice before looking around the room to see if anything else other than the show was amiss. "I feel we should head down to the first floor before we go up. If the ghosts of this home are showing us what led to the situation, we may have missed information in one of the rooms we walked right passed." She wouldn't dominate the group to make the decision for them, so she cut an eye at them to see their reactions to the idea.

Ashtar bit his cheek, uncomfortable at the display of affection. After a few moments, he finally spoke. "Whatever's upstairs, I can't imagine it's a living child. I'm fine with heading back down first."

With the ghostly dances gone, the library is quiet.
Searching around Alyria, does not find anything of note besides the Harpsichord and harp.

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The group walks down the spiral stairs, wanting to check out the 1st floor.
Alyria walks to the door on the left and opens it to reveal the snarling jaws of a wolf!

Raising her shield without unsheathing her sword, Alyria takes a careful step into the doorway, blocking the others from entering and trying to keep the focus of the beautiful creature in front of her. "Easy little wolf," she cooed, her voice soft and attempting to be comforting, "we mean you no harm. If you give me a moment, and let us be, I'll throw you a ration."

The wolf does not move, nor does it flitch, blink, or breathe. It appears to be stuffed..


In the dim light of the oak-paneled room, shadows dance across the walls like specters in the night. Dominating the space, the imposing stag's head mounted above the fireplace casts an eerie gaze, while the lifeless forms of three stuffed wolves lurk in the corners like silent sentinels.

Two padded chairs, their animal fur draped with an unsettling air of morbidity, face the crackling hearth, their presence inviting but foreboding. Between them, an oak table groans under the weight of its burdens - a cask of wine, two carved wooden goblets, a pipe rack, and a candelabrum, their shapes distorted in the shifting darkness.

Above, an antler chandelier hangs like twisted branches from a gnarled tree, casting eerie shadows across a cloth-covered table, flanked by four chairs that seem to beckon unwary souls to their doom. Against the walls, two cabinets stand sentinel, their contents shrouded in mystery.

Ashtar was taken aback at seeing a wolf in the room. Surely this was some sort of illusion, but he wasn't taking any chances. "Hello..."

Realizing it was a stuffed wolf, Ashtar dropped his shoulders. "That was rather embarrassing." He goes and inspects the room, checking out the cabinet by opening its doors.

"Wait!" Briar dives for Ashtar’s hand, aiming to stop him from opening the cabinet door until after they were able to do a thorough search of the space. "Remember the skeleton? Not everything here is what it seems…"

Ashtar yanks his hand back at Briar's warning. "Quite right. Thank you." He takes a few paces back and nods respectfully at her, motioning for the expert to inspect it.