As it is winter, and nobody is ready to do join the "Polar Bear Club" for swimming (even some remaining bits of ice that haven't quite melted off yet in the surprisingly warm few days you've had on the surface), I will assume everyone joins Othello in backtracking.

The party cautiously goes up the stairs to the western balcony. A large, rectangular block of stone rests on this weather-beaten stone balcony, while ruined wooden benches line the eastern wall under a row of tiny, barred windows above. A stout wooden door sits in the wall near the northern end of the balcony.

Just then, a scythe, lifted by ghostly, skeletal hands, rushes forth to attack the group, losing on Abrax!

Round One ...

R1T23: Razvan, what do you do?