[h3]Jaelnec, Freagon, Irah, Lhirin, Nabi, Yanin, Jordan and Madara, Bor Manor, Borstown[/h3]
Walking up the six short stone steps ascending toward the entrance and turning the handles of the front double doors of Bor Manor – the door-handles themselves brass but otherwise plain, the doors made of dark, heavy wood with light iron studs and reinforcements with a simple brass door knocker on the right door – the door yielded freely, swinging inward with naught but a faint creaking sound on its hinges. Beyond the threshold was a room left in darkness, illuminated only by the sunlight pouring through the now-open front door, giving a sense that the further into the manor they ventured, the darker the shadows seemed to become.
They were met by the sight of a relatively small six by eight meter room that was mostly plain and utilitarian, with naked brick-and-mortar walls and a floor of somewhat rough stone. The room presented them with a straight walk across it to the next set of double-doors, almost identical to the ones they had just opened to enter this room, with an extinguished oil-lantern hanging in a thin chain from the ceiling halfway between the two doors, low enough that both Yanin and Freagon were in danger of hitting their heads against it. To their left as they entered they would find a series of three wooden weapon racks for storing weapons vertically, and to their right were five different mannequin-esque stands for storing armor or clothes.
One of the armor stands wore a simple set of gambeson and hauberk and a cervelliere on its head, while the one next to it was clad in the kind of coat of plates that was standard-issue for rural Fadewatchers. A third wore a simple but nice long leather coat, but the rest were entirely bare. The weapon stands contained a small selection of arming swords and short spears of steel, but also four of the iron truncheons that were also standard-issue for Fadewatchers, and which were known to be much purer iron than their other equipment. Even so, most of the space here seemed to be empty, either because the equipment that would have been there had already been taken or because the arrangement was designed for visitors to leave behind their weapons, armor and outerwear as they entered the manor.

The second set of double-doors opened as freely as the first, once more swinging away from those entering and inward, only this time into a much, much larger, more open, richer and – in some ways – more welcoming space. The room beyond these doors was 22 wide and 16 meters across, with a floor of smooth, light-gray square ten centimeter stone tiles arranged neatly in a grid-pattern, and the walls were clad with light wood panelling. The hall beyond was also much brighter than the armory they had just gone through, with sunlight streaming in not only from the large windows immediately to the right and left of the entrance that they had seen when first approaching the building, but also from above.
Directly in front of the door, starting but a meter from the threshold, the floor was clad in a thick five by eight meter woven rug, beautifully embroidered with abstract symmetrical ornamental patterns in reds, greens and blues. At the far corners of the rug started a symmetrical pair of stairways leading up to the second floor, widening as they ascended to a landing above that seemed to extend all the way along the wall but with an open center, meaning that the middle of the hall effectively shared its ceiling with the floor above, making it a good seven meters tall. Past the top of the stairways they would be able to see another pair of two by two meter windows on the north-facing second-floor wall that they had not been able to see from the south-side of the structure. A long chain hang from the far ceiling in the middle of the hall, suspending a brass chandelier above the rug, though it appeared that all but three candles on it had already burned out. On the wall directly opposite to where they entered the room, in the pride of place and obviously placed to immediately capture the attention of visitors as they entered, hang an [abbr=For a more detailed description, someone would likely have to decide to actually look at it]impressive six meter wide and two meters tall painting[/abbr].

Just as obvious and likely much more urgent to those who entered, however, was the sight of two figures about ten meters in front of the door, on the other side of the rug and between the two sets of stairs. To the right stood a man clad in patchy plate armor that looked like it was probably iron rather than steel, with an iron-studded and -banded round shield in his left hand an a silver longsword in his right. He was clearly beaten and bloody, his face almost entirely coated in blood that seemed to be pouring from a head-wound mostly hidden by his hair. It would be obvious even at a glance from this far away that his left forearm was broken just past the elbow, bending in a very unnatural way under the weight of the shield it wore.
Across from the man, a mere couple of meters from him, stood a bizarre visage facing him. A round wooden table, maybe a meter across, was lightly tapping its feet on the stone-tiled floor, its legs moving as though alive, while a pair of wooden dining chairs stood with their backrests seemingly fused to the tabletop, twisted and facing in the direction of the man across from it, with the legs of the chairs awkwardly waving and twitching like the legs of some horribly misshapen insect, filling the air with the sound of creaking and cracking of wood. A simple pewter three-pronged candleholder wiggled back and forth on the table as well, with the two candle-less arms furthest to the sides having bent themselves down and toward the man as well. As the door opened, however, the candleholder abruptly twisted itself to turn its arms toward the intruders, revealing that the tip of each arm held a sharp, unnatural orange-yellow glow.

“Please help!” the man called, his voice extremely hoarse and raspy. Despite his obviously bad condition he kept his shield and sword up as what the adventurers would most likely realize was probably a wraith turned its attention back to him and started slowly advancing in his direction. “Hurry!”