<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/C5CDo0O.jpg)<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/lQNnogw.jpg)</div></div><br/>If the previous room was the domain of the woman of the house, this room might be it's gender opposite in most households.  There was a writing desk, large and with a huge ledger atop it.  Along side it sat a pile of dusty golden coins and an ink well now long dried, with quill resting beside it.  She shone the light around the room and noticed two more doors to the north and a cold dead fireplace along the west wall.  A light whistle came from the fireplace as wind blew across it's opening somewhere above.  The room had several low book shelves which all appeared to contain ledgers or home bound books upon them, now covered with dust.<br/><br/>Arisa was examining the books when she caught a glint of movement out of the corner of her eye.  She whirled around to find nothing there, but held her sword at the ready.  She could have sworn there was someone at the writing desk a moment ago.  She drew in a breath of the stale dusty air and swung her lantern back towards the door to the north.<br/><br/>THERE IT WAS AGAIN!<br/><br/>She swung her lantern back to the desk and again saw nothing, but she had been sure of it this time, there was something in the room with her, a man.  Slowly she moved her lantern away but the darkness gave up no clues.  Very slowly she turned, and then she saw him.  There, only when she was looking from the very corner of her eye could she see him.  An older man, dipping a phantom quill into the ink well and writing silently into the ledger.  His form was indistinct and she could see through him.  But as long as she kept him in the very edges of her sight, she could see him scratching away silently in the ledger.  His hand even going to touch the pile of gold on the desk and moving phantom coins to a new pile where they vanished.<br/><br/>A ghost?  A spirit?  A phantom illusion?  Why did it not react to her presence?