With a noncommittal shrug, Delja stows the book away and heads over to the various personal effects piled up in the alcove to the left of the door; making sense of it will have to wait until their resident expert isn't busy doing, well, whatever she's doing with that sphere. Unseen to the knight, she nods along to his report on the storeroom. That would be weird. she comments as Ux falls silent. The goat downstairs said one week. Didn't sound like she's lying either, so… Ux?

She didn't think much of the dragonborn biting off the end of that last sentence, but the cautious footfalls she thinks she's hearing give her some pause. And then, he speaks up. With a heavy sigh, Delja rolls her eyes. She's doing it again, isn't she? she asks in exasperation, but without a hint of worry in her voice, continuing her search unabated.

Spoiler: Rolls.
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Spot: (1d20+26)[39];
Search: (1d20+7)[8];
Listen: (1d20+24)[28] for clues.