Curse of Strahd Solo Run (IC)

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Following the marble staircase to its conclusion, the party arrives at the top. Overlooking the staircase is a dusty indoor balcony. This floor has none of the finely maintained furnishing of the ones before. Straight ahead, against the wall, a suit of rusty black plate armor stands, draped in a cloak of cobwebs. The walls are decorated with woodland scenes of trees, falling leaves, and small woodland critters scampering to and fro. More oil lamps dot the wall, these ones clouded by a layer of dust and grime.

"Well. It looks like the house servants quit halfway through," Anton comments, jokingly. Then he stops and flinches as the old wooden floor, scuffed by age and covered in a layer of dust that kicks up with every step, groans under Kellon's weight.

"We should try not to bunch up here," Gweyir tells him, kneeling down a the top of the stairs to feel at the floorboards, pressing with her fingers. "The wood is spongy, poorly maintained."

The source of the draft seems to be a long crack in the wall over the staircase, through which a cold wind blows. Thankfully, no strands of gossamer Mist are slithering inside.