Marine doesn't see anything and heads where Jayma points her.
After the rod is properly identified, Dr. Lazarus moves to the new door to listen and check for traps. If all is clear, he says to Marine, "After you, my dear." He steps aside, allowing the centaur to do the honors.
A long dining table, its legs carved into a delicate feather pattern, takes up the center of this room. The ceiling overhead is painted with a colorful mural of three women (two of whom have wings) in robes reclining affectionately against one another on couches and enjoying a meal. Along the southeast wall stands a well-stocked bar, though the bottles it holds are rather dusty.
The mural clearly depicts Shelyn, Desna, and Sarenrae.
There are doors from here leading east and leading further north.
Callistro continues to be enraptured by the decor, paying very little attention to anything around him.
Entering a dining room, Dr. Lazarus looks hopefully at the dusty bottles on the bar. "I do enjoy a finely aged spirit ... who doesn't? But perhaps later." He attempts to follow the traces of blood...
The investigator, confident (or pompous?) as always, states "Admittedly difficult to spot without a trained eye, the trail continues north." Lazarus moves to the northern door and checks for traps before letting Marine open it.
"Hey! Watch it, Callistro. Don't bump into the table - you'll get a bruise! Think of the work the make-up artists will have to do to cover that up." Marine's free hand slowly nudges Callistro away from the decor and behind her.
Marine sighs and shakes her head. "Doc, you just drank brandy infused coffee. Easy on the alcohol while we're on the job, eh?"
When Dr. Lazarus finishes his usual checkup on a door, Marine glances at Jayma and the Doctor, waiting for their signal. When the all-clear is given, she wordlessly opens the Northern Door.