Despite the age, the air inside was fresh, maintained by a simple spell that still worked, and the eternal lights still burned, making it feel as warm and inviting as ever. The Fane was remarkably dust free, and still in excellent, unspoiled condition, and it wouldn't be until near the end of their exploration they'd figure out why; an old man, in a simple robe, carrying a broom, was casually sweeping one of the corridors. He nodded as he spotted them, but didn't say anything, simply sweeping along, as if this were ordinary.