[CENTER][h1]Elemental Plane of Air[/h1]
[h2][color=6ecff6]Ishaan's Palace: Grand Hall, Right Wing[/color][/h2][/CENTER]

The macaw answers Brutrumukk, "Aaliyah and I already tried that idea [I]a long time ago[/I], Clown! I can tell ya right now, that it ain't gonna work. There's an illusion in place so that it'd be really hard to discern a path from above. Your best chance of navigating through this place is on the ground. I ain't so keen on gettin' another migraine from trying ta see through that illusion," 

He then looks to Jub and he speaks, "Yer Goblin Friend looks smarter than you. He should be able to navigate this library no problem!" 

[@XxFellsingxX][@rush99999]

[CENTER][color=598527][h1]Hither[/h1][/color][/CENTER]
[CENTER][color=00746b][h2]Bavlorna's Cottage: Bavlorna's Bedroom (B18)[/h2][/color][/CENTER] 

Rearden, set on her goal to water the plants, finds the watering can in this room. While the watering can itself is rusted, she does see that it already contains a full gallon of water! She realizes that all she needs to do is to set the pots back upright, and water them and they should all be good.

Once she does so, the plants all take long, wheezing inhales as the water seeps rapidly into the dirt. The plants are clearly drinking the water through their roots in desperation. They all give crooked smiles in joy and relief as they finally have the water that they've been denied for so long through neglect. 

After a moment of the plants chattering in an unknown language amongst themselves, one of the plants soon bends down and starts digging through the dirt in its own pot. It soon pulls out a black-enameled iron key, and it hands it over to Rearden! 

[hider=If Rearden hesitates]Getting impatient, the plant tries to tilt its head, before deciding to do something else. Its voice is strained, but there is a bit of mischievous glee as it crackles out, "L.M.A.O! YEET!"

Due to the fact that its arms are still brittle, the throw wasn't very strong or particularly harmful to Rearden. She could easily catch the key if she wanted. She can tell that the throw was more of an impatient way of saying '[i]Here, just let me return the favor![/i]'[/hider]

[hider=Should she accept the Key]Rearden sees a soft white glow appear around the key, and the same glow appears around the padlock on the chest with the letters B.B. carved into it! This key is clearly for the chest! Now, the only question that remains is does she open the chest?
[hider=If Rearden does open the chest]There isn't much in the chest, but she does find a couple of treasures! She first finds three rolled up scrolls, all tied together with a lute string. Rearden can sense some faint magic coming from the scrolls.

The second item she finds is a 12-inch-tall marionette. It has faces on opposite sides of its head. One face is a moon, and the other is a sun. She can tell that this has some value in gold when it comes to craftsmanship (25 GP). 

After those two treasures, lies one single item: An unpunched ticket to the Witchlight Carnival. This particular ticket is already autographed! The autograph is written in Common, and in beautiful cursive showing a single name

[CENTER][I][b]Isolde[/b][/I][/CENTER] [/hider][/hider]

[@ctrlsaltdel][@Dark Cloud]

[CENTER][color=00746b][h2]Bavlorna's Cottage: Bavlorna's Hoard (B19)[/h2][/color][/CENTER]

Aurora finds that the key does indeed fit into the lock, and with a loud click and loud squeak of the door hinges, the way between Bavlorna's Hoard and the rest of her bedroom is now open! The party is now free to look around the Hoard, while Sshizna is now free from the confines of that prison. 

[hider=Description of the room again, just in case anyone needs a refresher]This musty room looks like a miser's attic. Lying in tall heaps are discarded blankets, quilts, cushions, and clothing of all shapes and sizes, not to mention musical instruments, toys, dolls, jewelry boxes, flower vases, child-sized caskets, and broken furniture.

Among the heaps of junk are a few oddities, including a stag's skull hanging on one wall, a white porcelain jar with chicken legs standing on a table, a fancy helmet placed on the faceless head of a wooden mannequin, and a five-foot-long bronze statue of a giant frog squatting in a corner, its mouth agape and filled with impenetrable darkness. A tiny, shriveled figure lying on the floor, clearly cut open surgically mid-dissection.[/hider]

Other than the door now being open, there are no other changes that take place in this room. Everyone is free to speak with each other and act as they please.

[@Vertigo][@Lurking Krog]