[GM Post]

From Solomon's perspective, the shades that crossed the stone walls felt slightly more distant... or more accurately, the connection between them and their master were slightly hampered. The sensation intensified as they slithered into the keep, as if they're suddenly several times as far, but still well within his sphere of influence. What they find conform to Jazdia's own observation - the cellar was devoid of life, used mostly for storage though there's a couple of dreary and empty cells that hadn't seen use for quite some time. Further up on the first floor was a hall, several long tables were arranged neatly in the center. Some armed men were gathering, speaking some curiosity at the sudden mustering. Up another level and the shades discovered various private chambers, several bedrooms for either the baron, his family, or any guests, plus a study. The family wasn't present at all - their room showing no sign of lived on.

One shade tried entering the guest room, and that's the last Solomon heard of it - the existence snuffed instantly, like water droplet into a forge.

Another snuck into the baron's private chamber, which turned out was not-so-private at the moment. A middle-aged slightly plump man with balding head was in the middle of a conversation with a slightly taller old man with a head of immaculately groomed white hair and white beard. What conversation, exactly, was a mystery. Because the elder paused, turned to stare right at the shade, and with the snap of a finger the summoned entity ceased to be. A faint pulse of magic can be felt through the fort's dampening wall, and then any other shades infiltrating the keep found themselves systematically erased in short order.