"I did not think anyone else was behind me," which isn't a wise assumption in this world. There has been an ongoing threat since her arrival, yet she allowed herself to get distracted while surrounded by traps and possibly ghosts. This would be the place they exist.

She picks up one of the discarded scrolls, the paper damp and fragile in her hands. The writing is hard to make out. Pulling at one corner, trying to get a better idea of what is there, the parchment crumbles between her fingers. "So it seems. He did not leave very much behind that he could not sacrifice." Decorations, instruments, those are easy to replace.

"This must have been beautiful when he once lived here." Long, long ago. It's a large home and the balconies were quite luxurious. It's not been served well by the mold, water stains and ruin.