The new room surprised Eleonora. It was in a far worse state that the one before, even though she had to remind herself that the palatial, glorious room she had seen had been an illusion… likely caused by whatever creature tried to drag her into the pool. The scent of the oils hung in the air, though the smell wasn’t strong. It was more a mild aroma that had lingered long after the oils had been spilled all over the marble floor.<br/><br/>Eleonora stared at the liquids on the floor. After what had just happened to her and the pool of water, she wasn’t about to get close to the spilled oils. The door to the far side looked sturdy and closed, so her best option was to climb the stairs, no matter where they might lead. She sheathed both her dagger and her Scimitar on her back and started climbing the wooden ladder until she arrived at the top. She looked down at the shimmering oils below and was glad she hadn’t opted to move past them.<br/><hr/><em>Dice roll: 2</em><br/>