“Well it seems this was recently occupied, there is a lit fire. We must have made a terrible din for us to be heard through three closed doors and a stairwell, if Dentiata was here.”
Seeing the still well lit fire, Feldard frowned in agreement. After 6+ hours of not being tended, it should be naught but coals. He pulled loose his axe and prowled the perimeter of the room using his keen engineers eye to look for subtle clues that tell tale of a secret passage or doorway in the construction. “That fire should have died by now..” He hissed to the others. “There is at least one other still up here. Stay alert!”
“It could be magical fire Feldard.” Miklos suggested.
The dwarf scowled at the mages suggestion. “Then check it!” The ornery dwarf then turned his attention to examining the walls, where he saw a silver panel located near the door they had entered, and a matching one on the door at the south side of the room, which was being checked by Nicolai.
Miklos’s eyes lit up at the rows of books. “This must be worth a fortune. I have only seen such a collection in the Mage’s guild library in Specularum. Even if these are not magical tomes each is worth a years salary to an artisan. Paper is dreadfully expensive.”
Like a boy in a sweet shop he settled at the reading desk and scanned the pages laid there, lost in thought.
The papers on the desk mostly dealt with day-to-day matters. For example a letter to a merchant in Specularum requesting the immediate delivery of some unspecified supplies. The letter was signed “Thaddigren Dentiata”.
Another piece of paper, covered with doodles and odd writing. It appeared that Dentiata was keenly interested in anagrams. For example, the letters of Duke Stefan Karameikos were rearranged to read Duke Take Arms Of Snake. Another was Big Mouth Learn Safe from Bargle the Infamous, court wizard of the Black Eagle Barony.
Meanwhile, the priest scanned the titles. Most of them were meaningless to him. “Treatise in Planar physics by Mortius Dire.” He fingered along the row. “Preparations and Ointments by A A Milne. Ahh… Flystitching by J R Heartbleed…” He spoke to Miklos without turning. “Books of Blood by Clive Carver, is this what you Magi call a little light reading?”
Maruc didn’t expect a reply, anyway he was too busy trying to locate information on the words Miklos had read from his notes. “Hmm Taymora…taymora…ahh this looks interesting.” He flopped out a book and readed its cover…
“Not even sturdy Feldard will be up to carrying these home for you, Miklos.” Saeth shivered a bit, imagining that the humans would insist on reading every one before they left. “Perhaps I’ll go take a look at the other rooms while you look around this one.”
The Elf, eager to complete the exploration of the tower, then left the room to listen at the second doorway in the hallway. She heard no noises coming from behind it.