The magical signatures are indeed no longer moving, for when Dora climbed the stairs, she would realize they corresponded to those of the most recently downed halfling. Its fellows by the windows and dead downstairs were similar, and of Cecily, Toria, and Randal would all have more and stronger signatures in evidence.<br/><br/>Randal, downstairs, would find that all the youths were dead, and had been for perhaps a few hours. Their poses, and the strong stenches of liquors (and in some cases vomit) would suggest to the healer that the group had likely been reveling much of the night, passed our in stupors (possibly after other indulgences on the part of the couple on the couch), and been easy pickings for the halfling burglars. There were little signs of struggle - only the youth in the doorwy seemed to've<em>fallen</em>, the others had likely been slain before ever rising.<br/><br/>Cecily would find the northwest room's door locked, but soft scuffling and whispering sounds came from behind it. Toria's divination, like Dora's, would bring her senses from through the house's walls - and suggest, from the room Cecily was interested in, four minds currently bubbling with feminine fright.<br/><br/>Once Arivel moved upstairs to being poking around, he saw Cecily, and frowned a bit suspiciously. Pitching his voice as if to draw the question to his current allies' attention, he asked her pointedly, "Who, my fair lady, are you, and how came you here at such a time? In my experience, to move oneself into the midst of a pitched battle without proper announcements occasionally engenders, shall we say, most unfortunate misunderstandings. I daresay you should be glad you don't just happen to be a halfling, the way things were going."<br/><br/><br/>oops, 4 auras per halfling w/ a 'moderate' strength, not 3 faint: on each, a chain shirt (faint abj), vest underneath (faint abj), ring (faint abj), and thin backpack (mod conj). The particulars of each PC's gear auras should be derivable from their sheet if interested.