Feldard looked hard at the still burning remains and wrinkled his nose at the terrible smell. He coughed at the stench and smoke. Burying his mouth and nose behind his arm, he strode past its corpse to take a look at the stone case it had emerged from.
Feldard would leave the objects on the pedestal just behind him for the mage and priest to look over. “Don’t touch them until Ludo has a chance to check for traps” he warned, as the dwarf noted the humans heading towards the pedestal even as he was thinking exactly that.
Ludo carefully made his way back down the steps and passed the charred remains. “Stephan, pass some light over here .”
Stephan retrieved his fallen sword and shield and hastened to direct his lightstone where Ludo needed it. He watched as the rogue took on a cat-like caution in examining not only the objects but the pedestal itself.
Snorting, Stephan tried to rid his nostrils of the acrid burnt smell. He was eager to move on.
Hasan mused, “So, the complaint grows truer. The dead walk, even in hallowed halls. We must know more.” The elf joined the party’s careful search of the room.
After the thorough search was complete, it was clear the only objects of interest were covered in dust on top of the pedestal behind the curtain. There was a ring and a necklace, both made of gold, on either side of a tome, no doubt The Knowledge of the Elders of which they came here to seek. The front cover of the tome was emblazoned with the Hutaakan Holy Star, the symbol of Pflarr.