(updating tonight after work. roughly... 12-13 hours from *now*)

Jack opens the door after becoming his one true self. The door easily opening to hands with poseable thumbs. As he does He see's that the room is much as described before, just in more detail. This is some form of servants quarters where staff and the like rest, with simple chests at the foot of each bed containing the servants limited personal effects and nothing more.  Dull light entering the long but otherwise small room, with just enough walk-space between beds and the wall to allow for a single person to comfortably walk up or down it. There is nothing of note within the room itself.

Nivi once more strikes with excessive force, hitting Wachter hard on the head, and with little more than a pained groan in her last moment of consciousness she falls limp in Moira's hands, the woman unconscious but alive (barely) all the fury in her face gone, replaced with that of a sleeper with a migraine as a reward when they eventually woke up. Nivi revealing to Karl something unexpected, his eyes wide in an expression that isn't readable, somewhere in the gulf between shocked, and unsure how to handle this information.... Suddenly bolting up the stairs (Nivi, Beren, and Moira may make attacks of opportunity if they wish) No... he's been dead for months... is all Karl manages to say as he pushes past everyone. (Combat is officially over, and you may all post as you see) Karl making his way up to the bedroom unless stopped or killed before getting there.. 

Meanwhile behind Beren, the fire grows another five feet.. eating a total of 15 feet of the wall, and beginning to lick at the floor of both the ground level, as well as the upper floors underside.

Beren stands frozen for a moment. The staff member is down. Cleaved in half by his own sword. Watcher is down, just unconscious. Seems perhaps Nivi isn't on board with removing the wicked woman from this life. Should have thought about that before, but it's too late now. 

His eyes follow Karl as he runs up the stairs... what are they going to do about him? Just another thing he hadn't considered. If they kill Wachter and let him live, then he'll likely come for vengeance. If they let Wachter live it's only a matter of time before she gets loose again. If he kills them both he might lose his comrades. Not that he feels a particular urge to murder Karl after everything that has happened. 

It takes him a moment to feel the heat from the fire behind him, which finally snaps him out of his momentary freeze-up. Quickly he steps towards Olamoira and Wachter, then looks at Nivi. "This woman is a devil worshiper. I sense no remorse from her, and without remorse there is no path to redemption. She serves the vampire. It is better for everyone if we kill her now." He sullenly moves the point of his sword towards Wachter's throat, but doesn't make a move yet. "Our time is limited, and I would rather not leave Karl to die in the fire." His voice wavers slightly as he says those last words, and for a moment the sword sinks as if something has shaken his resolve. 

Yet the heat from the fire is only growing, closing off their escape as he wastes time asking permission to do what the Light is screaming at him to do--destroy the evil creature before him. As flames frame him from behind, the mask moves from Nivi to Olamoira, the drop had already agreed that killing Wachter was justified, but he is clearly hesitant to follow through with their intention now that Nivi has shown interest in not killing. 

(Nivi/Karl was guarding the chest at the end of her turn and only makes an attack of opportunity if the real Karl makes any move to grab it).

"Aye, we fight the fire first.  Wachter's not going anywhere soon.  Time enough to talk devil-worshipping and serving the darklord (all true, got proof) when we're telling old Lu-Lu the nice story of how we busted through their front door and whacked them when they fought back, yeah?"

Nivi rushes (Cunning Action:  bonus action dash) into the kitchen to find a source of water, and then, once found, repeatedly casts Shape Water, moving large blobs of water to fllow/dash against the blazing fire.  If she sees buckets of water as well, she points the others at them.

(She does give Jack a genuine smile and wink when she sees him back from feline into humanoid form, and gives Olamoira a wary nod).

"Need one of you to grab the chest on the stairs once the fire's out.  Thinking it's got what we came for, two sets of bones, so happens, and I got the key."

She pauses.  "After that, you need to put Lady Wachter six feet under, Beren?  Maybe Karl too?  You're your own man.  Do what you need."  Nivi's voice is soft.  Tired, not accusing.  She is clearly wounded, with an extremely unnatural looking poison sting darkening her shoulder.

"Feels sloppy to me, and I'm the one who Wachter tried to frame for drowning Lu-Lu's daughter, before she set her invisible Imp on me upstairs just now.  Come to think of it, Imp was the only thing I killed tonight.  But one killer to another, I'll not be the judge of you."

"My, oh, my~ I'm starting to think this place has no basement." Jack quietly mused to himself. And yet, as much as he feigned an air of disappointment in sighing and clicking his tongue, a smile soon graced his feature as he shrugged and quietly accepted the state of things. "And by the sounds of things, seems my friends have wrapped things up. So, best not to waddle." He murmurs, noting the sounds of a struggle having abated for the moment. So without missing a beat, Jack made his way to the entryway; his movements all the more hurried upon finally taking in the smell and/or sight of the fire and burning wood.

"Oh my, oh my~ Just what have you darlings gotten up to?" He says as he comes upon the scene. Just how much the Eladrin overheard on his way was anyone's guess. But he at least returned Nivi's smile with a bewildered one of his own alongside a two fingered salute, before looking to Beren and Olamoira as if seeking further answers. The fact that the house was in danger of going up completely in flames hardly seems to phase the Eladrin. But in eventually seeing Nivi's efforts to try and deal with the blaze, Jack take that as his cue to aid in the effort by looking to the windows, and seeing if the drapes were thick enough to make it worthwhile yanking them off and using them as a fire blanket to smother the flames. If so, he immediately sets to work yoinking the ones, if any, down from the dining room windows and passing at least one off to Beren.

If Jack finds nothing suitable however, he tries to weave together a chilling spell to at least stymie the flames. Although as such magic was more suited for creatures than inanimate objects, he'd persist, if only until another idea came to mind or the others needed him to do something else.

As Lady Wachter falls unconscious, Ola lowers her down onto the floor. The silvery Moonbeam slowly fades, leaving the foyer bathed only in the orange heat of the flames. Her gaze flicks from Beren, ready with his sword, to the growing flames. "The Light has sent you to judge evil," she says to Beren. "Lady Wachter has been judged. Nivi has given her a reprieve for the moment, we will have powerful enemies no matter what action we take at this point."

Ola does not prevent Karl from vaulting up the stairs. "Let him find out the truth, whatever it is. Lady Wachter is subdued for now. Out of compassion for her son, we may extend her trial... but her trial must be kept and perhaps we may hope for her repentance." Ola leaves Lady Wachter under Beren's guard and goes to help with hauling water in buckets to put out the fire. Once that is accomplished, she goes up the stairs and picks up the chest. "Saint Andral, pray for us, and for those enemies who have wronged you."

Beren hesitates before giving a slow nod at Nivi's words. He can't say they weren't what he'd expected from her, though he still seems indecisive. Clearly more of what has happened is effecting his judgment right now. It's not just the fact that others seem interested in leaving these people alive. Karl's appearance, plus the fire and this lull giving him time to think aren't doing him any good either. He's not used to leaving anyone alive. He's also not used to having other people to think about in these situations. Usually he's pointed in a direction with strict orders and has to follow them through exactly. 

When Olamoira says her piece Beren lets out a long breath. This really has become a mess hasn't it. Sloppy, as Nivi put it. Though from his point of view letting this place burn down wouldn't be any more sloppy than preventing the fire and letting the rest of the living continue breathing. He has to admit that, after killing so many staff members, it feels wrong to let Wachter live after killing her cronies. Still, he withdraws his sword and instead moves to wipe his blade clean on the shirt of one of the dead saying wearily, "So be it."

This action is interrupted as Jack makes his appearance only to hand Beren a curtain to help with the fire. The masked knight stands there for a moment as if unsure what the curtain is for, light flickering softly as he stares at the fire that the others are trying to extinguish. Finally something in him urges him to move and he hesitantly joins their efforts in putting out the flames. 

"When it's time to put someone in the ground, then it's time.  Like I said, do what you need, not stopping you," Nivi drawls between casting Shape Water.

"Other people alive in this house, though.  Not just the other servant taking a dirt nap here that I knocked out.  Butler I locked in Karl's room, Karl's dad, whatever he is now, up in the master bedroom, and not for nothing, Karl too.  From what I saw earlier, kid is asking for a beat down, but might not be all up with devils or Mr. Darklord like his mom.  Someone else Shorty saw too, in another bedroom I think?  Even a bunch of bloody cats in the library..."

Nivi sighs.  "You let this fire burn.  Take them all out.  It's still sloppy, yeah?  First off, some of them might not deserve it.  But also, come on, who's gonna buy that it wasn't us with murder by arson then?  Thinking it's better to take Wachter to Lu-Lu with our story and evidence, including her book I found where she writes all about loving herself some fiends.  A trial, might be, like Prophet says.  Lu-lu doesn't strike me as the merciful type."

"And yeah, Prophet, got the Bones too.  Least I think I got the right ones  Don't open that chest yet - nasty trap, just - I got lucky with the key.  Two sets of bones in there, yeah?  Maybe one of you two holy types can sense some divine aura around the ones for Saint Andral..."

Finally glancing at Jack with a grin.  "You find anything else Shorty?  Prowling around on all fours after putting all those other kitties to sleep?"

Beren just nods in response to Nivi. She's somehow managed to address the things he thought about as well as things he hadn't thought of. It seems they'll be falling back on the initial plan of just taking Wachter in, though he can't shake the feeling that there will be more problems now that they've made a mess of things. Still, like Nivi said Luvash doesn't seem to be the forgiving type. This time, if he's asked to perform a public execution Beren will likely carry it through. His only worry is that some sort of fear factor might prevent Luvash from being so willing to let them do in with Wachter. Oh well, seems things are out of his hands now and that's what he's used to. Even if Nivi has made it clear he can do what he needs to. Right now he's more comfortable with letting someone else take charge. 

After the fire is put out, and they get everything else situated, he'll see what he can do about identifying the bones. For now he just listens to the conversation around him and works to help put out the fire. Hopefully Jack found some other useful information as well, something that can help their case when they go dragging Wachter to Luvash. 

He also keeps an eye out, remembering the shadow he'd seen under the door when he spoke with Wachter. Hopefully that fellow doesn't show up and cause them more trouble. 

Perception: 14 

"Oh quite a few things, darling. Alas, by the sounds of it, none of which is actually relevant to this story, so I won't bore you all with the details." Jack replied to Nivi, though his words may come out strained trying to manhandle the curtain the right way as to smother out the fire without only adding to it. A task like many the Eladrin puts himself to that is easier said than done, especially given his less than robust physique. But, this wouldn't stop the Eladrin from trying all the same.

Once the fire was at least at a manageable level ultimately with or without his assistance, Jack offers to further regale the party on his venture, but -- and rather reluctantly so -- cautions against the frivolity, siting, "It might be better if someone goes to inform our dear Luvash and his men preemptively, rather than have them -- the latter, that is to say -- stumble upon the scene. For while there may be no love lost, better to hedge our bets over setting the table for Bashaba to dine most greedily on our lack of foresight." It's at that point he smiles warily and says, "Somebody should go check on Karl, and make sure he doesn't add an extra plate or two of chaos to the mix. What with the whole him being understandable distraught and a little inebriated still."

Over time, the rapidly spreading fire is doused, smothered, and choked out of existence. The curtains working on the lower portions, while any ice/water cast at the upper level manages to clear it with ease, though it also puts out a pungent lacquer and paint smell that wrenches the nose. The wall where the fire had started now having a splintered hole left, while the expanded areas were simply charred or blackened. Black smoke billowing briefly before looking more like floating dust that stung the eyes. Moira retrieving the chest and bringing it down as everyone began discussions of how to proceed.

Upstairs the faint sound of crying could be heard from a male voice that sounded about Karls age and soon after, the sound of his footsteps returning, and eventually him standing at the top of the stairs. Looking down at the party with an expression of someone who's bee having to deal with something he never should have, only for it to get worse. His eyes taking in the blood and gore, the singed wall, the party themselves and the unconscious form of his mother. There is a long, long silence before he finally asks, in the most empty tone any have heard, just shy of the soulless. Did you all kill my mother as well? Did you take her from me as well and leave me an orphan? his body isn't shaking, his voice just barely audible, the sound, and look of defeat hung around his shoulders like a cape.

(All i can post until I know whatchuall are doin!)

Nivi finds herself feeling both empathy and scorn for Karl's utterly self-absorbed self-pity.

"Haven't offed your mother and won't, kid.  Least I won't, though Lu-lu might for what she's done.  Truth is, you lost her long ago.  Like I lost mine, who's still kicking too, far as I know.  Just - I'm dead to my folks.  Least I know my mother doesn't serve the darklord and worship devils like yours.  So from one whiny rich kid to another, if I can deal with losing my family, so can you, especially since your mother, not for nothing, kind of deserves it."

"Met some orphans earlier you could take lesson from.  No money, no parents, and didn't hear word one blaming anyone for their troubles.  So instead of punching down and treating folks like trash as you did back at the Blue Water Inn, turn the page.  Can't believe I'm saying this, but maybe visit the Cathedral, even.  Get a new hobby besides the sauce.  Self-pity's not doing you any favors."

It is a bit jarring to see Nivi/Karl looking up the stairs to address Karl, as if she is his alter-ego telling him to buck up.

Nivi would prefer to have handed the chest key to Olamoira before Karl arrived at the top of the stairs, or at least at an angle that is out of his sight, but either way, she does so, allowing Olamoira and Beren to check the contents of the chest if they wish.

Having said her piece, Nivi goes to Lady Wachter's unconscious body and begins searching it.  Looking for possessions, not gold.  Particularly either keys or further incriminating evidence.  Or potentially dangerous items to confiscate before taking the noblewoman to Luvash.

Once they've all successfully put the fire out---and it no easy, or comfortable task---Ola, her wool robe wet and covered in soot and ash, well protected from any heat or burns as wool struggles mightily to burn, looking over the chest as she takes the key from Nivi.

As Karl appears, she turns to look up at him with an intent gaze, but only says, "More suffering will come to you by your mother's worship of devils than by anything else. We will see justice done for her crimes, unrepentant though she is," and she looks at Nivi, wondering just what is going on with Karl's father up there that has the boy so distraught, "we may hope she will see the error of her ways. That grace is given to few, but those to whom it is given are blessed in all their travails. I am sorry for what she has put you through, and for the loss of your family who should have been a source of love and security for you, and not a terror. Poor Karl! I do mean it that I am sorry. You must find the strength to be a man now, and do the right thing, and not take it out on those around you as your mother did."

Ola looks at Nivi again and asks... "What was that you said about a trap, opening this chest?"

Beren finds himself at a loss, and is rather glad that Nivi and Olamoira have taken the responsibility of addressing Karl. Never having been good with words, Beren didn't even know what to say. For some reason this whole situation has left him mentally drained. He feels like he knows what he should do... end Wachter now... but at the same time there are so many factors that make that decision messy. He fails to see how letting her live a little longer is any better, but at the same time it could resolve at least a few of the issues right? But then what about Karl? 

Karl isn't a child. He's old enough to fend for himself. Older than Beren was when his life burned to the ground. Beren doesn't even like Karl, really, if anything he just dislikes the kid after their meeting in the tavern and everything else he's heard about him. So why does he feel this way?

The light flickers solemnly, as Beren does his best to let the others handle this. Perhaps it's wrong of him. After all, it was him and Olamoira who stormed in here and nearly killed Wachter. But this is what he's used to doing. He's the sword. He does the dirty work and others take the reins when talking or negotiating is needed. So, he stays utterly quiet as Nivi and Olamoira dress the Wachter boy. Then he moves to accompany Moira as she goes to inspect the chest. 

More than likely Olamoira can deal with the chest herself. There's no reason they both need to inspect the bones. Beren almost volunteered to bring the news to Luvash about what they've done. It isn't like the rest of them couldn't handle Karl should he try to exact vengeance or save his mother. Still, he can't bring himself to leave the group right now. 

'Guess that'll decide the order of things, eh?' Thought Jack with a wry grin upon seeing Karl take the scene. The grin soon faltered as he took in more of the man's countenance, if only a tidbit. But much like Nivi, and even despite being in an autumanl mood, his empathy and sympathy only went so far.

Be all that as it may, Jack stood by listening to the various responses to Karl, but never without letting his eyes leave Karl for even a moment. For he'd seen enough bad and good plays about the sort of damage someone emotionally distraught can get up to in the spur of a moment. With such in mind, and before Karl can speak, Jack adds while Olamoira and Nivi distract themselves with Lady Wachter and a chest, and Beren.... Jack took one look at the man and muttered something along the lines of 'needing to check on that one', before pushing aside the thought to focus again on his next words. "By the way, Karl, and I ask this not as some veiled threat, but out of genuine concern. But, what is the deal with the young, feral lady upstairs? Was her mind one of your mother's early sacrifices to some dark patron, or is that a different sort of tale?"

Luckily for Beren, he see's nothing of note. If there is anymore staff or Wachters that haven't been mentioned, they are not seen. And no one else seems to be there as well. The one upside to a city with so few.. is unlike a place such as Baldurs Gate... there is no one to simply report you because they heard a noise. And in time, Luvash would be back or atleast a retinue.

Karl appearing and getting somewhat lashed by her tongue. He listens, no real expressional change on his face at first, until Nivi says the words Devil. What? genuine confusion crossing his face. My mother never consorted with devils! She serves Strahd, sure! But not devils! And what choice does she have? our ancestors bound us into Strahds service before either of us were born. We didn't have any choice in the matter. his words ring true enough, though if you doubt them... And my mother told me she had fed some of those orphans but recently. The old Bergomaster used to feed them, and the public frequently. Offering them places at their manse, until they died atleast. he offered up. 

It was only then that Karl heard, then noticed the chest. His mind so wrapped up in seeing his mother atatcked, and hearing of his father in the upper room that he had tunnel visioned. Oh... I see. You're all nothing more than common thieves! You attacked me at the inn to take my form, to let yourself in, then you killed our workers, My mother lies still at your feet. You killed her .. didn't you? he says, his breath starting to come out faster, slowly as he pieces together a puzzle that doesn't exist. Well you cannot kill my father! he lies dead. I know not what my mother did but his body is there, same as the say he passed. Get out of my home! You have what you want, don't you? whatever treasure is within that chest. Then begone! And leave what little of my family I have left alone! realization dawns on his face... What have you done with my brother?! he says, snarling, taking a confident, rage fuelled step closer to the party. If you hate Strahd so much, deal with him and his! Leave my family alone! 

I have never helped Strahd! Nor has my Brother. Only mother and father dealt with him!

it was then that Jack interceded. Karl crossed his arms. She's my sister. Went insane a while back. Thinks she's a cat. no one knows why. She may be crazy, but you ain't touchin her either.

As Karl futilely tries to defend his mother, Beren slowly turns his mask back to look at him. He really doesn't want to get involved in this conversation. For two reasons. One, his emotions are getting in the way, something he's not really used to having to deal with. So he's not sure how that will affect the outcome of this situation. Two, he's not really a talker and more than likely whatever he says--regardless of whether or not he intends to deescalate the situation--will probably just make it worse. 

Unfortunately, as Karl goes on, his anger starts to get the better of him. Slowly, he walks towards Karl--his presence likely feels threatening regardless of whether or not he's intentionally presenting himself that way. The light flares, glowing steadily for once instead of flickering with uncertainty. Once he's standing just a foot or so away from the kid (assuming he doesn't run off or back away at which point Beren would stop), he says in a low voice, "Your mother is not dead. Check for yourself if you don't believe us. Whether you believe so or not we didn't come here with the intent to shed blood." Even though he had initially just wanted to storm in and take the bones back by force, their initial plan had not been to enter combat. Even after he and Olamoira entered, they tried to get the staff to surrender first, "Your mother asked me to kill Luvash. Asked me if my companions and I would join her in serving Strahd, and then threatened to kill us once I said I would never serve such evil. She didn't even wait to see if any of my companions would answer differently, proclaiming herself our enemy without giving them a chance to hear her offer." His voice grows harsher, "I don't particularly care for Luvash either, but his daughter is the only person in this blasted place that doesn't reek of evil. Your mother on the other hand tried to have that child murdered. Drowned in the lake by a drunk sailor. And also tried to have one of my companions blamed for it."

He pauses, clenching his fists. This family was bound into service? How can he say that they did have a choice not to follow the person they were bound to when he's been doing exactly the same thing all these years? Has he...done anything this wrong during that time? No... no as much as he hates this power inside him, it wouldn't let him kill something that wasn't evil. "We are no thieves. What rests in that chest was stolen and we came with the intent to return it to its rightful place. Go see check that too if you wish. Your mother did not feed those orphans out of kindness. She coaxed them into stealing sacred remains from the church, and in doing so left it vulnerable to the devil Strahd." 

"As for this mess, I don't know whether to commend your staff for their loyalty, or condemn them for their stupidity. This could have been prevented if they had surrendered, we would have brought your mother to trial, and they would have lived. But they chose this instead." He gestures to the blood and the charred room around them, staring at Karl from behind the mask as he watches. At this point he doesn't know what sort of reaction he's hoping for. He's just talking... something that's rather uncharacteristic of him. "I don't know where your brother is. You just happened to be the unlucky one." 

Perhaps he should have asked more about the crazy sister, but really, he doesn't want anything to do with this family. Part of him still wants to just execute them all. If they really are bound to Strahd, and they harbor the same evil as Wachter does, then the light will have no qualms with ending them all. Then they wouldn't have to worry about any of these Wachter heirs coming after them for vengeance. At this point, even if Karl believes them that they haven't yet killed his mother, he probably has figured out that Beren at least has no intention of letting her walk free. 

"I intend to deal with Strahd, but dealing with him means dealing first with his followers." The words come out as a low growl, and hands quiver slightly as he turns away from Karl to walk back toward Olamoira and the chest with the Bones of Saint Argual. "See to it that you don't become one of them."

 'Hm~ Poor boy. Between the drink -- or well, perhaps hangover at this point -- but between that, the concussion, and this rather terrible scene, it's no wonder he's all over the place' Thought Jack at some point while blatantly wearing a pitying look. Perhaps there was even a bit of empathy and concern for the 'boy' in the eladrin's expression as well, but never did balk at the accusations or even so much as retreated a step as rage began filling Karl's heart. Only hearing the name Strahd spoken aloud elicited so much as a soft grimace.

Regardless, he knew with but a word of power or two, all the piss and vinegar in the world wouldn't keep Karl conscious long enough to do more than maybe swing a semi-justified punch. But it never comes quite down to it. Not yet, at least. Not with Beren stepping up and positioning himself in such a way as to halt any renewed attempt at advancing from Karl. "Hmm... gonna rate that an eight out of ten for the delivery and execution, but a five on the..." Jack muttered to himself in the wake of Beren's rebuttal to Karl, but the rest comes out too quiet to be potentially overheard. "In any event, there you have it, Karl. A solid offer from our darling Beren here. I'd recommend strongly taking him up on them and seeing for yourself what's inside. But perhaps it will be better if sit down for a bit, and take a breath? I know, I know, not what you care to hear or entertain, but it would really be for the best. I would as well, as you've presented some rather interesting follow topics for us to explore. But for now, I think it's about time /I/ at least part ways to get a hold of the authorities to help better sort this mess out." He looks to Nivi. "Unless of course you'd prefer to send out word by bird?"

Nivi shakes her head, her empathy waning.  Kid is even dumber than he looks.  She drops Disguise Self and Nivi/Karl resolves back into Nivi.

"Funny thing about Beren, yeah?  Spits the hard truth, just like the Prophet here.  Get it through your skull that your mum's alive, Karl, and she's the only thief here, other than me.  Except when I had a chance, couple minutes back, to help myself to your family's gold and jewels and rights to land, I took none.  Why do you s'pose that is?  Cause the only thing we're taking back is what your mum stole when she tricked orphans into sacred grave-robbing."

Nivi pauses, and odd look on her face as if she can't believe these words are coming out of her month.  "We're taking your mum too, to face justice for that.  And wake up already.  No idea what she did with your pa, but your mum worships devils, no mistake.  Here's the final thing we're taking.  Evidence of it, yeah?"  Nivi produces Lady Wachter's unbound manuscript attesting to how the worship of devils leads to happiness, success, wealth and longevity.

"Penned in our lovely Lady Wachter's own hand, 'The Devil We Know.'  Quite a manifesto.  And no surprise, since her Imp laid into me upstairs before I put it down.  So spare me the lip.  You, your devil-loving mum, your sister, the butler - all still alive because we doused the house fire that this bloody pyromaniac of a servant decided to light.  So I'm done with your whining, recalling how you treated good folks back at the Blue Water Inn."

Nivi resumes searching Lady Wachter's unconscious body as she had been doing already.  Technically, Nivi realizes, she also plans to nab the keys she has acquired (other than the master bedroom key she had tossed back to Karl), but she does not bother to correct herself again to the petulant lordling.

To Olamoira, she responds:  "Like I said, chest's got a nasty trap, but no worries.  Just use the key I passed you.  Gets around it."

Olamoira nods her assent to Beren and Nivi's words, but does not further address Karl, her attention focused on the potentially dangerous chest, that all of them, Karl and included, may see what is inside it that is lawful for them to requisition. She sets it down at her feet and opens it with the key that Nivi handed her. Then brings her other hand around to cast Detect Magic, not just for the sake of the chest, but also to see what may be present in the surroundings.