Saravena looked at her arms and then at the door, " Good luck with that."

“Well maybe I could take a shot at it.”

Target looks for a weak point.
Investigation 7 

Whether he finds one or not, he’ll take a swing with his greataxe hoping to make a dent.

Attack: 23 Damage: 11 

Target approaches the doors and breaks them open with his axe.

"Nicely, done," Silar compliments.

Gundren steps through the now open doors, "Shall we?"

As he peers into the room "Yes good job, I suppose that was necessary even though I've seen Rashana use more, fineness in opening doors." He tries to stop Gundren "Gundren would you please, let us check this out before you put yourself in danger?"

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Rashana stares long at Misha, "Even in failure, my finesse is always clear, though wasted on some."

If Gundren moves to examine the room, she tries to provide help.

As he argues, Misha walks in  

6 Perception 

Target takes a solid look around.

Perception 21 

Saravena leans on the door frame, " Anything interesting?"

As the group moves into the room, a ghostly figure rises up from the floor.

The figure says, “Your presence is offensive to me, your life forfeit. My treasures are mine alone, not yours to plunder!”

"Parley? We came here to clear the mine, reclaim it for Phandelin!" Misha states

" What Misha said.  This is Gundren, true and authorised heir to this mine and its contents, will you accept his claim?"

The spectral figure rebukes Saravena's words, "And I am the powerful Mormesk. I was a wizard in this cave long before any of you were even born."

His voice is but a grave whisper but he manages to spit the last word.

Rashana looks up at the ghostly figure with compassion, "Seeking deaths release, at the end of a long life. A hard path to tread."

She examines the apparition wondering if it seeks release or is now so bound to this place that it must defend it for all eternity.

Insight: 19 (in log)

Saravena turns to Gundren, " Heard of this Mormesk fellow in your family writings?"

"Please, tell us the story of what happened to bound you here, Mormesk. How can we help?" Misha says wanting more history on the Mine.

Target leans over to his team whispering, “Come on, let’s take him.”

"I was a powerful mage," Mormesk replies. "However, I perished during a spell battle when the orcs attacked. I have been here ever since."

Misha "We won't mess with your stuff unless you let us. We intend to have more dwarves here to work in the mine. I've seen the results of the battle, scorch-marks and such, The orcs are gone, do you know of any other dangers, to us living? Where is this forge of spells? Any help would be appreciated." Noting the bookshelves.

"Maybe, we could give you some new books to read. When we can acquire them."

Misha hopes the others will contain themselves, this spirit, could be a powerful ally.  But he wonders what holds Mormesk here.

Rashana nods slowly, happy to let Misha do the talking.

"Any other dangers to the living?" the wraith replies. "Just me and my horde of undead."