"Whatever rocks your boat. The important thing is I now have pie. Tell me if there is something to burn or some interesting magic item." Abomentolor replies nodding off while standing there.
The door seems free of traps and isn't locked.
"I can't see any." Niamh replies and opens the door sticking her head into the new room.
Tauriell takes a closer look at the room and searches the bed and under the bed for valueables.
The bedroom contains no further items of interest.
The next room has erotic frescos in this domed chamber which have faded over time. But their intent to inflame the passions of those occupying the room is still plain. Four marble benches sit against the walls and a complex mosaic of thousands of colored chips form a huge starburst on the floor.
At the opposite wall is a smaller door.
Gwenhwyfar walks to Gemeena's room and looks if she is up. "Are you coming?"
Niamh traverses the room until she stands in front of the door looking for traps.
Niamh ignores the room and searches for traps. There doesn't seem to be any.
A study of the paintings on the walls would have revealed that the figures depicted in them are engaged in more than just acts of passion—they are also engaged in the three forms of magic.
"Are you in a hurry or why are you almost running through these rooms?" Tauriell asks from on top of the bed as she is finished with her search that came up with nothing but really comfortable pillows.
Niamh turns around to face Tauriell and shrugs. "Usually I'm not. But you're right. Maybe we should slow down or Jimmy won't find us when she comes after us."
"That would be nice. But what is your goal you follow by running through these rooms?" Tauriell inquires as she gets off the bed and casts detect magic to ensure she didn't miss something in her search.
There is nothing magic in this room besides the ambient preservation magic found everywhere.
Niamh doesn't answer.
Tauriell moves on to the next room and looks around
and casts detect magic again. "You like the thrill of opening a new door? Or do you just practice your newfound hobby of searching for traps and therefore need a maximum of new doors?"
Niamh smiles. "I can't argue with that."
The paintings depict some figures engaged in the three forms of magic.
The starburst radiates moderate magic.
She takes a look at the paintings around
but can't quench her couriosity. She takes out her pendant and holds it at her eyebrow.
She then moves into the middle of the starburst and speaks to Niamh. "It is really nice of you to provide us with apple pie all the time. But I suggest that you do so in the future without waking us early but by preparing the breakfast and then waiting for us to come on our own."
"Why should I do that? I would be bored. If I'm playing my instruments you are grumpy and if I wake you you are grumpy too." Niamh asks surprised.
"Thassilonian magic is shitty." Tauriell states on a completely unrelated note. "Let's move on to the next room."
Niamh eyes Tauriell quite distrustful up before she turns to the door again and opens it.
A simple pool of pure, clear water fills the central area of this room. Doors lead out of the room in all four cardinal directions.
"Sure." Jimmy says getting out of bed
"Let's hurry before these irresponsible kids run into the next monster they can't handle."
"If you want to take a bath..." Niamh points at the pool. "There's a big bathtub." She casts detect magic.
"Why would someone put a bathroom next to the lecturing room and not the bedroom? Was that architect a complete nut?" Tauriell asks.
"Just please help me with my armor before we leave." Jimmy asks
"If you wish to clean yourself from magical effects, jump in. That means we could have just thrown. Gnaeus into that pool and Gwenhwyfar wouldn't have to dispel the Sorshen's charm on him." Niamh tries to explain.
"Sure." Gwenhwyfar immediately starts to slab the metal pieces on Gemeena and strapping them together. The training shows and within a minute everything is in place. "Done!" she says looking at the result.
"Thank you I'm fine. I'd like to take a bath, but not on the crossing of four rooms. Tauriell comments.
"Thank you Gwen." Jimmy says as he grabs his things and steps out of the room
"I didn't know you are so sensitive..." Niamh says with a grin and walks to the door at north checking it for traps.
"I'm not. But I don't like the idea of everyone wading through my bath while I'm lying in it." Tauriell replies.
Niamh rolls her eyes. "I know. It was just a joke." She opens the door and steps into the room.
Six stone platforms draped with white sheets stand in this room, with manacles affixed to the four corners of each. What appears to be a metallic bookstand stands at the foot of each platform—one of these stands still holds a large leather tome. The walls are painted a soft, soothing blue.
Niamh stretches herself to put the tome onto the floor that she can read it. She moves it to the rim of the platform and lets it drop.
As the book falls down Niamh catches it and plops with the book in her arms onto the floor.
There she sits up and puts it in front of her before she opens it.
Between the pages of the book are several sheets.
scroll of symbol of sleep
scroll of mind fog
Niamh can't read thassilon but she can read the sheets. She takes them and puts them into her backpack to the scroll of water breathing. "Tauriell?"
"What is it?" Tauriell asks.
"Would you please translate this text for me?" She gives Tauriell her beautifullest look and adds "Then I won't wake you tomorrow."
"The book is named 'Dreams and Desires'. And I'm not going to read it to you. It would take hours to do."
"You could just write everything translated down for me. Then I would have something to do while waiting for you to wake up tomorrow. And probably the next days too..." Niamh tells Tauriell with a broad shiny smile on her face.
"Gwenhwyfar! Please come. I think Niamh has fever dreams. She must be really ill."
Eye! That's not true, you education-denier!" Tauriell now feels boxed at her femoral.
"Stop trying to tickle me. If you want to learn thassilon I'll teach you." Tauriell replies with a smile. "I just need to find a cane to be a proper teacher."
"Fine." Niamh stands up. "Until I can read thassilon you will carry that book for me."
Tauriell takes the tome from Niamh and puts it back on the book stand. "It stood there quite some while and will for even more time. Or we collect it once we're done here." she gives back.
"Then we'll collect it later. Are we going to the next room now?" Niamh asks turning back to the entrance. She walks to the room at the left side and checks the door.
The door seems not trapped.
After Niamh opened the door she steps into the room looking around.