In the end, the only solution was intellectual brute force: following the left wall around every twist, u-turn, and fork until they found an exit.  While exasperating, they were happy just to be out of the reflecting crystal maze.  Taking a moment to breathe and get their bearings, this new area seemed more safe and homey.  Glancing through papers was like reading a professor’s research notes, though even older and more pragmatic about fiendish topics.<br/><br/>The Spartan living quarters were a curiosity—was this a dorm?  Were the occupants solely focused on research, or compelled?  “Okay, cool it, imp, you’re not very helpful.  Big surprise.  Obviously this isn’t Hell, this is like a really old version of the dorms.  I think this is just an old wing or extension of Redhurst.  Or at least it was made by the same people.  Maybe for secret research.”<br/><br/>[Knowledge (architecture & engineering) 19+11 = 30 vs DC 20<br/><br/>Again, the architecture worked against them, teasing a treasure without any obvious way of bypassing a<em>wall of force</em>without much higher-level magic.  “I would try summoning a pit under the wall to bypass it, but it would be there for less than a minute.  Not really enough time to go treasure-hunting.  Ah, well.”<br/><br/>Examining the elevator in the next room, Kleris went to examine the lever mechanism, ready to pull it.  “Call it a night?  Hmm, we have used a few spells and items, but it’s been so much trouble to get this far, I don’t know how many chances we’ll get to explore.  I vote we push on a bit further and at least see how far this laboratory, this research compound goes.  Maybe it’s one basement, maybe it opens up into a lost city—who knows around here.  But I’ve got to find out what’s next.”