Ellanise looks over her shoulder at Teryn as he disappears and reappears. She takes a deep breath and steps into the room on the right to have a look around.

Perception: 18

The right-hand passage opens into a wide, circular chamber whose architecture speaks of purpose. Smooth stone walls are laced with precise inlays of glowing silver filigree, every line humming faintly as it channels energy toward a crystal-latticed dome overhead. The air here is charged, almost metallic on the tongue. The chamber itself is immaculate kept functional by the steady rhythm of its wards. Shelves of carefully indexed charts line the outer curve of the room, each scroll or codex sealed in protective cases, untouched but not forgotten. A brass astrolabe as tall as an average-seized man, stands dormant at the center, its rings faintly vibrating along with the leyline hum. This place feels less like ruins and more like a temple of astronomy.

Ellanise’s sharp eyes pick up something more subtle. The air appears to have ripples in patches scattered about the chamber. They refract vision like heat-shimmers, barely visible distortions, drifting lazily just above the floor. To most they’d pass unnoticed, but to you they stand out like warped patch of glass in an otherwise perfect pane. Each ripple bends the light ever so slightly, marking areas of invisible tension.

Keeping her eyes on the magical disturbances, Ellanise calls over her shoulder, "Does this look like what we're after?"

Rowan pads up beside Ellanise, keeping his weight on the edges of his boots. “Show me what you’re seein’, lass—those little heat-shimmers?” he murmurs, eyes tracking the air like he’s sighting gopher holes in a furrow. He pinches a bit of grit from the floor and lets it sift through his fingers, watching how it falls, testing the ripples without stepping closer.

He tilts his head toward the shelves, voice low and steady. “Just to square the row—we’re here to tweak a line in Eltrax’s ledger and leave that inkwell, aye? His vault, his papers.” His teal eyes sweep the dome and the charts again. “If this ain’t his patch, we’d best not linger.”

Teryn takes a moment to gather himself before following the others inside. His eyes widen as he takes in the rather breath-taking chamber, before narrowing again as Rowan reminds him of their purpose. His silver gaze drifts about the shelves and he will approach to search for anything with Eltrax's name on it, provided he can avoid stepping into the suspicious shimmers.

Investigation: 22

There was no new sound, no new silhouette yet Käinen didn’t stop looking. The thrill of the heist made his heart beat faster. Adrenaline dulled the pain of his body and made the goliath understood why so many got addicted to stealing. It was like soldiering or acrobatics. Part of him could not help but admit that he enjoyed the three, even though he never wanted to become a thief. Even though he definitely didn’t enjoy doing any favors to that particular wizard.

Steady progress told him there was no danger. Well, at least no immediate danger. Ellanise voiced his own question, arguably the single one that mattered then Rowan remembered him of what they should do beyond the quest.

“I agree with him, even though from this point I can’t really give an opinion on what we’ll be doing. I don’t think my skills will help.”

To say that he was terrible with writing would be a kind understatement. His training made Käinen hate scribing and the less it’s said from his attempts to learn Illumination the better. Truth be told, he would be more than satisfied if they didn’t face any more danger. Maybe even happy, or so close to it as he could feel. The less risk to their lives, the better.