With the Delvers now inside the manor, the door slams shut, dust and bit of cracked ceiling dropping into the room. No sense of magic there and Mirwen close enough to observe more closely, it appears that it is a mechanical device that manages that. For that matter, there are several clicking sounds as the door shuts, automatically locking. The house rocks lightly with wind crashing against it's side, wind that until moments ago was still.<br/><br/>As Mirwen puts her attention to the area, she finds layers upon layers of spells. Stretching about before her in all directions, it nearly makes her dizzy. The mirrors all ensorseled, rings and symbols along the floor that house spells, the stairs a near literal spidersweb of magic. They all attach to each other, spells ready to strike one after the other, a momentum of effects. Certainly the worst things to do would be to climb the stairs without preparation or to touch any of the mirrors.<br/><br/>In the dining room, Mazz moves to explore. A heavy wooden table sits with small wooden plates in all of the seats but one, the head spot where a set of silvers rests. Above the table is a chandelier that flicks to light with tiny red flames when she enters the room. Mazz's form is illuminated in a mirror that covers nearly an entire wall of the dining room, a hazy dark mirror that makes the room look absolutely enormous. Her own image is reflected there, but the mirrored table is set with an enormous feast, duck and roast beef, towers of fruit, great decanters and bottles of liquor. Unfortunately, the feast is only on the other side, and her keen slime-vision prevents her from misunderstanding the situation in the dark. It practically beckons her, the smell of the food wafting into the room.<br/><br/>Back in the foyer, Nin and Scarlet look at darkened mirrors, the bare bits of light barely enough to see their own vague forms in. As Mirwen concentrates on her spell, Scarlet puts out her hand. The flame weapon comes to her hand, formed warm against her soft skin. Immediately light comes to the room and the Delvers are shown, the flame's illumination stretching shadows over the mirrors. They can see now that the room is filled with finery, furniture inlaid with silver, tiny statuettes glittering with gemstones, and mirrors reflecting their figures. Where their shadows fall on the mirrors, extended and expanded by the flames in Scarlet's hand, there is inky blackness, blackness that curls suddenly and begins to crawl from the mirrors. Obsidian tentacles of shade squirm out and begin to roll towards the three Delvers in the foyer.<br/><br/><strong>Mazz, a feast is before you, but behind a mirror. Clearly there's magic afoot! <br/><br/>Scarlet, Nin, Mirwen, shadows reflected on the mirrors are forming into tentacles of blackness that are squirming out in rolling masses!<br/><br/>What do you do?</strong>