Anton's face flushes a bit and he clears his throat. "Right, of course. Though..." he stops as he explores the parlor and examines the jug on the table. He leans in closer and adjusts his glasses to peer at it from a few different angles, while the others continue to search the room.

Opening one of the wardrobes, Gweyir is greeted by a shriek of a bat as it flutters out, startling Anton. The elf doesn't seem bothered, and ignores the bat as it flies out of the room, fleeing its uexpected new housemates. She picks up a few vials from a rack in one of the wardrobe drawers. "Healing potions, I think," she relays, examining the bottled red liquid.

The jewelry box that Anton pointed out is made of solid silver, with gold filigree. Were there anyone to sell it to, he would be right; this sort of thing would sell for near a hundred gold coins, easily, even if it's empty. The drawers of the vanity table contain nothing but old, dried makeup in a wooden case and two bottles of perfume.

Two things catch Kellon's attention. The first is the mockingly small door, which opens to a small shaft that seems to run down to lower levels of the house. It's musty and damp inside, and stinks of mold and mildew. A rope and pulley system hangs in the middle of the shaft and there is a small button on the wall next to the door. Anton comments, "That's a dumbwaiter. You press the button and it rings a bell down in the kitchen, then they use it to send up food." He picks up the jug and holds it for Kellon to look at, stretching out his arms so as not to share too much floor space. "This may be of use as well. An alchemy jug, able to produce many mundane liquids. Fresh water, salt water, oil. Beer if this place has left you in need of a drink." The man chuckles.

The other thing that Kellon notices is that the threads of the webbing in the ceiling hole are much thicker than the ordinary spider-spun cobwebs.