Its all in the Cards.

Swiping the goblets and pipes, I look at the party and says with a raise of her shield, "Point the way and I'll lead."

Ashtar nodded at Alyria and moved across the hall. Standing in a ready position in front of it, he beckoned Alyria.

Beyond this door lies a kitchen, but there's an unsettling air about it. The dishware and utensils gleam with an almost sinister sheen as they perch on their shelves, arranged with eerie precision. A worktable stands ominously, its cutting board and rolling pin waiting patiently, as if anticipating a macabre culinary ritual.

In the corner, a stone oven looms like a silent sentinel, its bent iron stovepipe snaking ominously towards a hole in the ceiling, as though beckoning spirits to ascend. And behind it, concealed in shadow, a thin door stands, its secrets hidden in the darkness, whispering of unknown horrors that lurk just beyond.

Ashtar heads straight for the door at the back, and waits till everyone's in the room. "Best we clear this area out first, in case something's here." Ashtar whispers to Alyria.

"Briar." Ashtar nods at the fairy to check the door for traps on the door.

Alyria nods silently as moves behind Briar, at the ready for anything.

"You think someone would trap a pantry?" Eye of the Storm remarked skeptically. Then he looked around, and decided that one might as well expect anything in this cursed abode.

His feline instincts got the better of him, and he gave the rolling pin a little slap, having it clatter to the ground, just to mock the precision of the place..

Briar moves in to do her thaaang.

Briar checks the door and decovers it is not locked nor trapped.
Opening it she finds a awell-stocked pantry, with a plethora of preserved fruits, vegetables, and cured meats that line the shelves alongside sacks of flour, aromatic herbs, and spices. Jars of honey, bottles of olive oil, and wheels of aged cheese.

Having discerned that the room was empty of threats, Ashtar moved on.

Ashtar opens the door and the enticing aroma of food wafts out. All of your belly grumbles with hunger induced by the smell.

In the wood-paneled dining room, a majestic carved mahogany table takes center stage, encircled by eight opulent high-backed chairs with sculpted armrests. Overflowing with an extravagant feast, the table boasts succulent roasted meats, platters of seared vegetables, and bowls of steaming, fragrant soups. Delicate pastries and decadent desserts adorn silver trays, enticing the senses with their sweet aromas. Above, a sparkling crystal chandelier illuminates the scene, casting a warm glow upon resplendent silverware and crystalware. Mounted majestically above the marble fireplace, a mahogany-framed painting depicts an idyllic alpine vale, adding an air of serene beauty to the lavish dining ambiance.

"Right... this entire place is dead and filled with ghosts, parents have gone missing moons-know how long, and here is a freshly spread table with no cook in sight. How stupid do they think we are?"
The Tabaxi looks at Briar.
"That means don't eat that..."

"Kitchen and dining room, standard fare. No creatures here. One last door to go."

Ashtar makes for the last door.

The last door on the first floor opens to reveal a cloakroom that holds several black cloaks hanging from hooks on the walls. A top hat sits on a high shelf.

The brief spark of light in the fairy’s eyes kindles and is quelled almost as rapidly. "Yeah, good point. But it looks so goooood."

With a sigh, she shuffles onward to peer into the coat room, sniffing around for any traps, hoping to find some trinkets, wondering how she would look in that hat …

Besides the cloak and hat there is nothing else in the closet.

Briar snags the hat. "Let’s keep going then, before I eat everything here."

Alyria hears Eye's command to Briar and sighs quietly, having had the impulse to eat it too. After a look in the closet, a look of determination fills her eyes as she nods and leads the way to the third floor.

Ashtar followed the others onto the third floor, ready for the truth of this mansion to be revealed. Hopefully.