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With a heavy sigh I inspect my attacker with more detail. Black armor with a draconian helm. Completely empty. I look up and see the pedestal it sat upon, but also just how much dust and decay this floor of the manor has compared to the immaculate first floor. Odd and slightly concerning.

Somewhat more attentive to ambushes I start investigating the third floor rooms, one at a time. The first room being a broom closet. As soon as the broom lifts itself I shut the door and just shake my head. Ghosts perhaps. I look towards my next destination and decide to make my way through a set of double doors.

A majestic bedroom. Large 4 poster bed, what looks to be a fancy and comfortable chair, a nice rug thats oddly clean compared to the rest, a table in a small observation corner, and a sword hanging on the wall. My senses hit me like a truck and my hand blazes with green and yellow energy.

Its the table that moves first. Then the sword. My first bolt cracks the sword nearly shattering the blade just as the table rams into my back. As I hit the ground the rug slithers into life. A deep groan spills from my mouth as a second bolt of energy burns a hole through the rug. The table rushes me again, only to miss as I just jump over it. It survives the first bolt of magic I hit it with. Smoke and energy crackling where the magic hit. My hand glows again and as soon as it moves the last bolt zaps it into a now broken table.

I fall to the ground and rub my back where I was hit. Im not used to being alone let alone being hit in combat. I take a moment to rest and let the pain subside. While I sit and rest I look over the room. The only thing of note being a small jewelry box. I sigh and just think.

"This place is too odd. How did those kids live here with all these living... furnishings. Fuck it... im taking a souvenir."

I open the box and im surprised to find a couple of pieces inside it. More importantly it looks to be somewhat expensive for a box itself. Closing the jewelry box and sliding it into my bag is when there's a couple of loud voices. I can't exactly hear what they are saying but im no longer alone.

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