Rowan thinks about the noises he's heard and then smiles.

"These tickets we have are invitations to some sort of theatre, right?" Rowan says to the others. "It sounds to me like the carpentry shop for the set designers might be on the other side of these stone."

He reaches up one hand, getting ready to remove the stones.

"Should we go in?"

"Wait" G'Reg hisses at Rowan and his brazen haste in everything, "Maybe a little forethought here and planning. What I saw in the dream I had when I came here was very frightning but also insightful, there is a large open air amphitheatre inside the castle walls, people puttin' on plays and such like, I think that might just be what this tunnel opens up to.
Beyond that, past the bleachers and viewing galleries there is a hallway that extends into the very mountain itself and I think that is where this Endelyn resides... there is a great library of books, something it appears she collects, references, and takes for reasearch and cross examination... the contents of these books are written in the room above, there is a great big arcane structure that seems to be crafted for some kind of divination, runes are emmitted like smoke and written down to be assembled for the great library..." G'Reg ponders for a moment, "these three things, the divining room, the library, the theater, I wonder if they're connected, like a ritual for the collection of hopes and desires for destiny, That is what Endelyn craves most according to what we have been told, but the countenance.. 'She snatches the hopes' could that be what her machine is for? peoples hopes are taken and written down to be performed so that she can keep them?? this place seems latent with such things from the material realm, the gems of wishes and such... So It's not beyond the levels of impossibility for this damned place" his explanation at this point has become more of a pondering out loud than an actual informational speech, "whilst we're looking for all of the people that have been taken by her, Gleam, Golmo, the rest of the Valor's Call... perhaps we take away Endelyns power by destroying that machine.?" He looks up to the group a little surprised that he is saying all this out loud and squints his eyes for some kind of response.

While Greginald is talking, the impulsive Rowan slides the first stone out of the wall. The brigganocks have done their job well, and Rowan is quite strong - the brick comes free without a sound. Peering through the gap, the group can behold that the room on the other side is a dark store room of some kind, about twenty feet square. Crates of props are stacked in the shadows against the walls, alongside darkened wooden backdrops draped in cobwebs.

Directly opposite the tunnel opening is a short passage to the room beyond. Bright light issues from the opening, as well as much noise and movement. Several goblins can be seen bustling around, moving frequently past the opening to the store room, dressed in overalls, carrying lengths of timber or other materials, although never glancing inside the storeroom. There is a general background chatter from the goblins, most of whom are not visible, except when they pass the storeroom doorway, but it sounds like there are at least a dozen of them. The sound of hammering and sawing is now much clearer. Over the top of all this noise is a loud and authoritative female voice, shouting in Common:

No, no, no! The hemline should whisper tragedy, not shout farce! Do it again, and this time with feeling.

You there—yes, the one with the glue on his nose—don’t staple the lace to the actor’s arm again! The last understudy still hasn’t stopped bleeding!

Where’s my skull prop? I told you, it needs real teeth! The painted ones chip under the lights! And for the last time, it's Charmay! Not my lady's killer!"

Rowan nods along as Greg speaks but he divides his attention to also watch the goblins going back and forth.

”She has a machine that steals hopes and dreams? Does that mean the person is left with no hope at all? I guess as long as you already have a pretty good life that’s not bad. But even if you hoped for a little change, she steals that? That’s really pretty evil. Of course we have to stop that machine.”

He looks back into the hallway and watches the goblins.

”They probably know where it is. And who do you think the director is? Not Creepy Lyn herself?”

While the others get ready with Greg’s plan, Rowan quietly and quickly removes the rest of the stones that were movable.

     Molliver from what stories, Mulligan wonders but doesn't ask as Rowan has immediately lost interest and is listening at the stones.

     Perhaps we wait until the sounds stop?

     Mulligan offers the question framed advise even as G'ReG chimes in... And as Rowan ignores them both.  Mulligan shakes his head and sighs but listens to what the gnome says.

     Interesting theory.  How does she take the hopes though?  You mention a ritual but is that enough to take the hopes of anyone and everyone you wish?  Or that she wish?  I'm wondering if the play plays a role.  Perhaps even the invitations?  Perhaps watching the plays is essential?  Or who knows, perhaps even being in them.  With these faery rules perhaps the act of accepting the invitation to the theater is enough to then give her permission, or allowance, to take the hope?

     It's vague and weird but then again so is everything today.  But Mulligan thinks perhaps it makes enough of the Fae kind of sense to maybe be true.