Mistamere Castle

Quietly following Will and Anton into the room, Nightshade moves with practiced silence, his keen eyes scanning the dim space. As he steps forward, something catches his attention a curious contradiction. He heard the soft sound of footfalls, yet no footprints were visible on the dust-covered floorboards. His muscles tense slightly, his grip shifting instinctively toward his sword, but he keeps his expression neutral, wary yet composed.
He joins the search. Moving to one of the other cabinets, he carefully inspects it, his fingers tracing its edges for hidden compartments or anything out of place. He listens closely as he opens it, half-expecting a telltale creak or something unexpected lurking inside. Whatever secrets this place holds, Nightshade is determined to uncover them.

Will loots the candlesticks into his backpack, and secured the pouch if gold and silver for all his friends.

Keys from the cabinet, Will remarks, clutching the worn keys in gauntleted grip. Let’s be on the lookout for locks herein!

Nightshade nods in approval as Will pockets the candlesticks and the pouch of gold. "A good haul," he murmurs before straightening. "I suggest we clear this floor before moving to the other levels. There’s still the door across the hall and that hallway leading off."
Nightshade strides toward the other doorway, his movements measured and cautious. Reaching the door, he tests the handle. His fingers are light but ready, prepared for whatever might be waiting on the other side. With a steady breath, he attempts to open it.

Anton followed behind Nightshade, but allows Will to go ahead of him if he wants. There is no part of Anton that wants to be the first person to see the Ghost behind that door. It will be behind every door for him, he can feel his anxiety about seeing a ghost rising.

No sooner does he close the cabinet doors, that our fightery fellow reopens them. Taking, also, the pipe from the cabinet.
Still smells of tobacco, Will remarks to his friends. How long does the smell of pipe tobacco linger?
Moving into the dining room, Will quickly examines the crystal goblets, trying to apprise their value.

Anton was astonished at Will's, brashness? Maybe it was bravery. With this scene unfolded in front of them he had walked in and just grabbed a drink from the table. Now the mood soured though and a chill ran down Anton's spine. This was it, this scene playing out, they were in the presence of the undead, he could just feel it.

"Will, we should probably leave this room" Anton nearly whispered.

Will places the goblet back on the table. I’m sure you’re right my friend, he replied to Anton. With that, our fightery fellow strides with his party to the next unexplored area.