Puddin might not have gotten the attention of the young woman just from clanking her crossbow. That was a pretty quiet "thunk." Unfortunately, Puddin compounded the error by cursing under her breath.
The figure turns and sees whichever members of the party had the courage to enter the room. You see before you a half-skeletal, half-spectral image of a young woman. In life, you would guess from her spectral image, she was quite beautiful. Shhhhh. She holds a finger to her lips. Please don't wake the baby. She half-gestures, half-nods to the door on your immediate right as you enter her chambers.
She beckons you to come closer, and she meets you in the middle of the room. She is hovering above the ground, a figure of ectoplasmic mist and flickering skeletal features. She peers down at you, and whispers with interest. You've seen the children? They are outside? I was so worried for them. . . Her voice fades, and she looks off into an imagined distance over your shoulder. I am Margaret. The nursemaid for the Dursts. I look after the baby, Walter. Her eyes appear to focus again, and she looks around the room. As with everything else you've seen on the third floor, there is a layer of dust and gloom covering every surface. Or. . . I was. When the house was . . . different. Her voice trails off.
Yes, miss...uh Margaret. They are out front. They seem ...fine. They were most concerned about a monster in the cellar, do you know about that? Is that why the house...changed. Is Walter ok?
Walter is just the most adorable thing, I would show you if he was awake. As for what's in the cellar, I'm sure I don't know, because I'm not supposed to go down there. As for trouble in the basement, I'm sure Mr. Durst would let you know if you could help. He is a good man, and not so proud as people say. He'll let you know if you can help, and I'm sure he'll pay fairly if you do.
Margaret's visage flashes for a moment, and she looks lost and confused. But I'm gone now? What happened to me? Is Mr. Durst safe?
Unless he's in the basement we haven't seen Mr Durst, do you know how we can check. We're most concerned that the children need to be reunited with their parents
Margaret, what do you mean you are gone? I think something, some misadventure, happened to you. Did I see you downstairs earlier in your quarters?
This is my room, but . . . but downstairs? In the servant's quarters? Sometimes - she shudders - Mrs. Durst sends me to the servants' quarters, when they are having - second shudder - guests. She begins to look uncomfortable. I think something did happen to me, but I do not remember what it was.
As for Mr. Durst, I haven't seen him since yesterday afternoon. If there's a monster in the basement, maybe he is fighting it? Do help him, please, if you can.
She is plainly struggling with understanding when and where she is, from moment to moment. She is also beginning to look uncomfortable.
Well, I think it's time to wake up little Walter and take him to play with his brother and sister.
You watch as Margaret floats through the air, toward and through the door into the nursery (again, the door immediately to the right as you entered the nursemaid's chambers), and she floats out again a moment later with a bundle in her arms. She then floats right through the wall-mounted mirror on the north side of the room.
Barnaby will hold back outside of the room and face palm a bit as he sees Puddin’s crossbow clank off the door jamb.
Puddin might not have gotten the attention of the young woman just from clanking her crossbow. That was a pretty quiet "thunk." Unfortunately, Puddin compounded the error by cursing under her breath.
The figure turns and sees whichever members of the party had the courage to enter the room. You see before you a half-skeletal, half-spectral image of a young woman. In life, you would guess from her spectral image, she was quite beautiful. Shhhhh. She holds a finger to her lips. Please don't wake the baby. She half-gestures, half-nods to the door on your immediate right as you enter her chambers.
The figure depicted on the map is a bit difficult to see. It's a female spectral form, with its arms extended, empty, toward the top of the screen.
Føpé whispers quietly, So what do we do?
Quietly, Well, she doesn’t seem aggressive.
Out loud, Um, uh, Hi Missus, uh...ma’am, is there uh, anything we can do to help you?
Barnaby cringes and takes a half step back as he asks.
Roll a Persuasion check, please.
Persuasion: 3
Edit: Yup. :-P
The specter glowers at you menacingly and holds a finger to its lips.
Don't wake the baby, folks
Kif stage whispers
Kif continues to whisper, stepping forward Ma'am, is everything ok, we saw Rose and Thorn outside and they seemed worried. Can we help?
Roll a persuasion check.
With advantage.
I'm the great persuader
11
I am the worser converser. 😛
She beckons you to come closer, and she meets you in the middle of the room. She is hovering above the ground, a figure of ectoplasmic mist and flickering skeletal features. She peers down at you, and whispers with interest. You've seen the children? They are outside? I was so worried for them. . . Her voice fades, and she looks off into an imagined distance over your shoulder. I am Margaret. The nursemaid for the Dursts. I look after the baby, Walter. Her eyes appear to focus again, and she looks around the room. As with everything else you've seen on the third floor, there is a layer of dust and gloom covering every surface. Or. . . I was. When the house was . . . different. Her voice trails off.
Kif continues to whisper
Yes, miss...uh Margaret. They are out front. They seem ...fine. They were most concerned about a monster in the cellar, do you know about that? Is that why the house...changed. Is Walter ok?
How do we get down to the cellar?
Walter is just the most adorable thing, I would show you if he was awake. As for what's in the cellar, I'm sure I don't know, because I'm not supposed to go down there. As for trouble in the basement, I'm sure Mr. Durst would let you know if you could help. He is a good man, and not so proud as people say. He'll let you know if you can help, and I'm sure he'll pay fairly if you do.
Margaret's visage flashes for a moment, and she looks lost and confused. But I'm gone now? What happened to me? Is Mr. Durst safe?
Unless he's in the basement we haven't seen Mr Durst, do you know how we can check. We're most concerned that the children need to be reunited with their parents
Margaret, what do you mean you are gone? I think something, some misadventure, happened to you. Did I see you downstairs earlier in your quarters?
This is my room, but . . . but downstairs? In the servant's quarters? Sometimes - she shudders - Mrs. Durst sends me to the servants' quarters, when they are having - second shudder - guests. She begins to look uncomfortable. I think something did happen to me, but I do not remember what it was.
As for Mr. Durst, I haven't seen him since yesterday afternoon. If there's a monster in the basement, maybe he is fighting it? Do help him, please, if you can.
She is plainly struggling with understanding when and where she is, from moment to moment. She is also beginning to look uncomfortable.
Well, I think it's time to wake up little Walter and take him to play with his brother and sister.
You watch as Margaret floats through the air, toward and through the door into the nursery (again, the door immediately to the right as you entered the nursemaid's chambers), and she floats out again a moment later with a bundle in her arms. She then floats right through the wall-mounted mirror on the north side of the room.