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Talia looks at the orb fully understanding what she was seeing but not necessarily fully understanding what magic it used. Magic items were rare, even magic items as minor as this light orb and as such were highly prized. She looks to the one holding the light orb and says, "You hold a major wealth in your hands, becareful with it." She then looks to Navarre, "What do you mean by a strange mirror?" She had become quite intrigued by that statement especially since Navarre did not seem at all impressed by the light orb.
"I think we should keep looking for others. There might be someone we can actually aid still." Ceirn says.
Looking about the entry, the young woodsman shakes his head. "There's an awful lot of building to search for a single book. This could take a while."
"Yes the book! I almost forgot because.." He pauses and gestures to the dead guy.
"Come let us look for the book" He says as he begins to look about.
Jak steps in after Talia and closes the door behind them. He very nearly glares distrustfully at the glowing orb before turning to give the dead man a quick glance over.
"We're thinking this was a would-be thief? Doesn't have the look of a bookseller to me. Did you find a library room?"
Looking at the light source, and then back to Jak. "We've seen at least 2 things so far that aren't books which might be highly prized. Don't confuse The Book as being the only thing here that someone might want."
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Talia nods to Navarre and when he finishes speaking she asks, "Can you show me this mirror." As she is a bit more interested in the potential magic contained within this place than she is in a book that will most likely just lead them elsewhere.
As soon as jak sneaks into the house and the door is closed, you catch his face turn green and him start to gag.
ceirn bows to talia. I can lead you to the odd mirror. he bows again. The aiel looks at Navarre, and nods. Agreed. but, i feel confident that this man is the only fatality within these walls. Otherwise, we would have already Danced. Nothing else said, he turns and leads Talia to the back.
[spoiler=navarre] You grasp the large brass door knob and twist gently. It rotates easily and without noise in your hand, allowing the door to pivot open on silent hinges. The room itself is dark, but the heavy smell of aged must, of burnt wood, the smell of dankness wafts over your face.
Ceirn will follow after Navarre and look around for anyone that might be lurking in the area or anything that might have been hidden.
"Sure." He puts word to deed, looking into the newly illuminated space.
Lazar steps in line holding his quarterstaff again but makes sure his daggers are ready to palm and throw!
Considering that the only light source does not follow Ceirn, Talia pauses and waits for those choosing to investigate a, in her her eyes, inconsequential room. She stands patiently even though she is extremely interested in examinng this strange mirror.
Talia follows Navarre anxious to see this strange mirror.
Lazar begins to peer through the library looking
"Libraries are wonderful places, full of stories, librums, Histories, and even treatises! Wells of information and ideas!" Lazar says as he looks at the books.
"Also the object we are looking for is a book and what better place to hide a book, than a Library!" Lazar says with a chuckle as he continues to peruse the Library for the book.
"Man has a point. The whole reason we're here could be in this ibrary." He shrugs, and moves to help look.
"I think we should search and make sure there is no one else. It would also be good to ensure no one will attack us while we are reading through the library." Ceirn says in agreement.
You leave the library, and go to the door across the hall. You check the door knob, and find it to be locked.
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Mumbling to himself about being the lantern bearer, the easiest target, in a house of horrors, Garl moves with the others, doing his best to make sure they can see. Whether he wants to think about it in detail again or not, he's already accepted that his bow is the least useful weapon in the group inside this house, and he's avoiding breaking the peacebonds on his others unless he really needs to.
Lazar sighs and follows."If we must come back here and scour the library to find it, I shall tell you I told you so!" The rogue says as he looks ahead and sighs.
"Let me guess its' locked?" Lazar steps forward and brings forth his chef's knife kit. He begins to unfold it and slips out a few different small picks and leans down to study the lock.
Taking a few moments, he then looks about the frame, searching for any unnecessary surprises.
Ceirn lets the others move on and follows along behind as this place seemed like the type where a foe would come from behind to strike the unwary.
It quickly became apparent that the unusual mirror, which most likely some kind of Sa’angreal or maybe the even rarer Ter’angreal and was something she was anxious to find out about, would need to be waited for. Basically because in this place she was rather vulnerable and it is at times like these where one such as she could really use a dedicated Warder. As it was she would just stay close to the others and help with any information they might need as that is about all she had to offer.
The library quickly perks her interest as well, but she says nothing as the comment about someone lying somewhere dying was a good reason to keep checking. It was too bad she could not use her magic here or she would create some more lights. Which would allow them to do multiple things at once rather than only one thing due to only having one light.
The man in a hat whips out his tools and begins to work on the lock.
Lazar easily picks the lock and the door pops open.
The door opens to reveal not a room beyond, but a short hallway that turns to an immediate left. a single step down the narrow hall reveals that it turns to the right and another, equally large and imposing door stands closed to forward progress. you cannot help but think to yourself whatever is beyond this door must be important
Ceirn remains near the back of the party and waits for Lazar to finish before they can all move on to whatever lies behind the locked doors.
Jak crouches down, his nose flaring, his breath huffing deep inhales and loud exhales. he shifts from head to toe on the man, breathing deep.
There is a stench to this guy....but it's not like it's the guy... he says to no one in particular. Jak moves back up to the man's head again, and then snorts, shaking his head as if attempting to clear a failed sneeze.
Yeah, it seems to be coming from up here. near the guys head... Hey talia...this pointy ball thingy... what is it? think it could be one of those tangeriene things?
The second door, while large and imposing, doesnt seem to have had the same stout lock installed into it's thick frame. the lock easily clicks loudly, and the door swings open silently. Beyond this door, another narrow hall stands that doglegs to the right. Another door stands closed. Where the first two doors were made of wood with ironwrought hinges, this door looks as if it was made of iron first and wood second. Thick steel bands stand proudly, oiled to a dull sheen, the patina black yet warm. The wood is fitted between the bands, thick rivets holding wood to metal, equally polished to a warm luster. The second door was something of a quick addition, but this door here was designed as a final step, a last deterrence to prevent those that would seek to enter, entry. The lock itself, set into the center, is a simple keyhole, yet the metal box that protects the interior gears and pins is displayed in stark contrast to the the rest of the door. Bright, shiny, no metal dulled with a patina, the surface has been ground to a bright finish. Observing the keyhole, Lazar whistles slightly, impressed at the thickness of the metal used to protect the locking mechanism.
The man bends slightly, and concentrates, yet, he no more than slips his probe into the hole and a loud clank thunders from inside the room.
Yet, the door remains shut...
"Whelp, looks like my skill has failed," He looks back at the stronger members of the group and gestures for them to step up to the door."When a delicate touch fails, brute force will be needed, and as I am more finesse then force, you gentlemen are up"