Cam works on the lock for a considerable amount of time, gingerly picking at the tumblers of a lock that is clearly of good make. Just when the bard is ready to throw up his hands and declare the task undoable the tumblers gently "klack" into place.
Sayniek is able to keen her head into the room and get a look of things...
This room looks to have once been some sort of arcane workshop, although it now lies in ruin. A row of soggy books sits on the northern end of
a workbench along the western wall. At the other end of the workbench, what looks like three iron birdcages sit, each containing a dead diseased rat.
To the east, two stained-glass windows loom. The northern window depicts a thin man with gaunt features drinking a foul-looking brew of green fluid, while the southern one shows the same man but in an advanced state of decay, as if he had been dead for several weeks. His arms raised and head thrown back in triumph, his rotting body turns to smoke and spirals into a seven-sided box.
There is another, simpler wooden door that leads out of this workshop space back into the heart of the house...