Its all in the Cards.

This room contains a bricked-up window flanked by two dusty, wood-framed beds sized for children. Closer to the door is a toy chest with windmills painted on its sides and a dollhouse that's a perfect replica of the dreary edifice in which you stand. These furnishings are draped in cobwebs. Lying in the middle of the floor are two small skeletons wearing tattered but familiar clothing. The smaller of the two cradles a stuffed doll that you also recognize.

Ashtar took in the tableau with obvious distaste. "When we’re finished with this place, we must return and bury those bones properly. Let those poor children rest."

He shook his head and moved on to the next room.

"Guess I don't get to stab the little bastards." Eye of the Storm said half-heartedly. The Tabaxi wasn't that cold.

Frowning, Briar steps in slowly. She rolls her wrists halfheartedly and brings to life two white orchid blooms, each wrapped with a sprinkling of baby’s breath. Laying a mini-bouquet on what would be the chest of each child, she sighs. With no words, she heads back out of the room, moving onward to the next door.

After laying down the flower and as Briar starts to walks out of the room the transparent ghostly image of the boy and girl materialize.
Their ghostly forms are boney and thin.
Rose calls out "Don't leave us here..."

Eyes suddenly wide, Briar looks back to the children. "Who did this to you?" She has a feeling she knows the answer but hopes to get a confirmation.

She holds her ghostly tummy. "Mommy and Daddy locked us in here. They had to go into the basement to deal with the monster. We got soo hungry. "

Ashtar turned in shock as the children called out to them, and Briar responded. The melancholy hit him again, but there was naught he could do for these ghosts now other than dealing with whatever creature they spoke of. The sooner that was done, the better they'd all be.

The fairy struggles to keep a composed expression as she speaks to the children; the disgust she feels is nearly overwhelming her tiny frame. "I am so sorry," she repeats, for lack of any other idea of what to say. "We are going to fix this. Just a little longer, okay? We’ll be back. We’re heroes in training, remember?" She tries to brighten the children’s spirits with a smile she hopes does not seem forced.

Ghostly Rose calls out "Wait! Don't go." She floats over to the doll house that is an exact replica of the house. "The stairs to the basement are located behind this wall." Her finger phases through the doll house and points at wall in a nearby storeroom. "Daddy show me the family crypts in the basement. Can you take our bodies there. Lay us to rest."

In shock of the scene inside the room, Alyria turns immediately before giving Eye of the Storm a half hearted glare for his comment. Unable to handle the situation, she faces away until the voice called out behind her. Spinning to see the ghostly forms of the children, her heart shattered. "I vow to you Rose," she said vehemently, "we will not abandon you here! Let us take care of the monster and we shall put you to rest when it is safe. You have my word." With a burning determination, she made her way to the staircase and proceeded to make her way downstairs so she could channel the rage and despair that was growing inside her productively.

Hoping that they learned everything from the children, the party heads out to explore the last of the fourth floor.

As they exit, they hear Thorn's ghostly voice call out "Please Don't Leave Me!"
Followed by Rose yelling "I am coming too"

The party watches as the ethereal form of Rose flies into Eye of the Storm and the ghostly form of Thorn flies into Alyria. Both of their mortal bodies begin to quiver and contort at strange angles. Their eyes begin to cast a hollow, veiled gaze over their once-innocent eyes. In an instant, the victims became ridged vessels for the childish spirits' desires. Eye of the Storm and Alyria mortal shells begin glowing with strange spectral luminance.

The other's watch as Eye of the Storm skips over to the bed and pulls off the moth-eaten blanket. Taking the blanket he bundles up the children's bones and shoves them into his pack.

All of the determination that was once in her gaze suddenly transforms to fear as she stands rigid staring at the door she needs to enter to get to the staircase. "I-I don't know if I can do this..." Spinning around, she announces with a scared voice as she fidgets with her hands, We should all hide under the blanket! But it's dark under there so we need to leave a sliver of the blanket open so light can come in! And when it gets dark, we need to light a fire, but carefully because the fire might burn us. Or maybe this isn't a good idea, there must be a brightly lit hiding spot somewhere that isn't scary... I know!"

Rushing over to the foot of the red blanketed bed, she drops to her knees and curls up against the footboard as she whips her shield out and hides her face behind it, very obviously leaving the rest of her visible. "C'mon everyone, we can hide here!"

Barely out of her own childlike state of mind, Briar understands the instincts of these two departed children all too well. She flits to the air in a quick motion, flapping her hands as if trying to cool them after touching an open flame."Oh! No no no nonono," she squeaks and murmurs as she watches her friends run about the room with motions far below their current years. "Rose! Thorn! I know this is scary, I’m scared too! But that’s what makes a hero, right? Doing the scary things!"

Briar lowers herself to Alyria’s face and places a gentle hand on the paladin’s shoulder. "I know you are very scared, but I really need my friends in order for us to help you." She looks over to Eye of the Storm with his freshly packaged remains stowed in his pack. "I promise we won’t leave you here, please though, let my friends be themselves. They are both very strong but they can’t help you like this." The fairy hesitates a moment with eyes closed in thought before steeling her decision. "If you have to come with us this way, come with me then. You can take turns."