"But this is my home," she said, with a sad note in her voice. "But maybe? Can you help me look?" she asked, leading the way into other rooms, and making cursory searches.<br/><br/>Aside from the ghost herself, little registered as magic - it was unsurprisingly dark, with no lights, or even sconces for lights - given the dwarven darkvision, it wasn't unsurprising.<br/><br/>Examining the skeletons, he'd find them mostly dwarves in this area... but not all. It seems even these non-combatants put up a fight, and took a few out. Here, he'd recognize them as hobgoblins, though unlike any he knew; the mummified bodies looked somewhat twisted and deformed, compared to the hobgoblins of the modern year that he would be more familiar with.<br/><br/>It wouldn't take long of talking with the girl to realize that she seemed to be stuck in a loop, giving eerily similar responses to a majority of questions. He wouldn't sense any ill-intent from her, just infinite frustration and despair.