Cutting down the bodies, you find four half-eaten goblins, a dead human with 12 gold pieces, 34 silver pieces, studded leather armor and a longsword, and a dead elf adventurer with leather armor, two daggers, a vial of antitoxin, masterwork thieves' tools, and a potion of reduce person. Nicatha takes the scroll tube from Ylrhea and finds that within is a scroll of identify.
"Yhlrea, please lead us onwards." Nicatha request after they had collected the treasure.
The gnome nods and checks the door at the end of the great hall.
The wooden door is unlocked and leads to set of spiral stairs that lead upwards.
"There's still a couple of doors down here. Do we want to check those or go on up?" the gnome asks.
Passing down the hallway to the last two doors, you see that one is smashed, lying on the floor. Beyond you can see stairs leading down. The other door leads to another personal room, which is empty.
Nicatha follows the more experienced adventurers to the last closed door on this hall.
Ylrhea searches the quarters.
Ylrhea turns up another vial of antitoxin, hidden in the room.
The gnome looks at the smashed door on the ground.
"Upstairs or downstairs, Ylrhea?"
Ylrhea notices nothing interesting about the door, but notices crude circular symbols painted on the walls in blood. The gnome also finds a multitude of small tracks in the passageway.
"The goblins are coming from downstairs," she says, attempting to sound wise. "Maybe we should go up first."
Nicatha detects nothing magical in the area.
Drago followed silently, keeping his eyes off Nicatha as much as possible. This is becoming unbearable. I'm going to have to find a way to take my mind off of her.
Ascending the stairs, you come to another door, this one unlocked as well. Leaving the stairwell, you are faced with three more doors.
"The same way again, Yhlrea, clockwise?"
"I suppose," the gnome says. "Starting with that bottom door, right?"
"Yes."
Ylrhea opens the door and looks inside.
What was once an opulent bedchamber is now a shattered wreck. Dust lies thickly and scorched, broken furniture is scattered about. A skeleton lies on the bed and several more blackened skeletons lie by the door. Ylrhea sees nothing of note in the room.
Then next room.
You leave the grim scene behind and go to the next door. Dust shrouds this obviously looted bedchamber. The small skeleton of a child lies sprawled among the ruin. Above the skeleton hovers the translucent figure of a young boy, his spectral face streaked with tears.
"Spirit, tell us the tale that has you trapped in this place. Tell us how you can join the ancestors."
Gaping, ragged wounds, including a slashed throat, pierce this spectral child’s bloodstained nightshirt and body. Tears roll down its cheeks as it regards you with red eyes filled with a mixture of fear and loathing. "I am Einar Ironwolf, son of Valentin Ironwolf. My father was a famed adventurer who sought a place to make his home. Retirement was not in his heart, but the wanderlust of his youth had long since died and he now sought a corner of the world to call his own. Along with my mother, me and his faithful retainers, he claimed the site upon which now stands the Shadowed Keep."
The ghost looks at Mortimus with contempt. "You passed through the Great Hall. His bones lie there."
"Please, Einar, we are here to help in any way we can, just tell us more of what happened here," the gnome says, trying to be comforting.
The ghost turns to the gnome, but says nothing more.