The voice appeared to be ordering servants, and we managed to convince whoever that we were but simple orderlies, had my sight been better I would have brought the wrath of Mar Nod on such insolence, but our vision did not return until some time later.
Venturing back into the hall of mirrors, we chose a doorway opposite, the blinding trap again triggered but our preventative measures negated it, and we advanced into another corridor of this devious mansion of madness.
A room revealed a deep basin of green goo, our dwarven companion, having been previously disfigured by such substances was uneasy and we left it be, despite the lure of a chest of sorts, the next room was merely a linen closet, but the third we had detected movement and prepared ourselves.
A brief look revealed a trio of multiple limb-ed creatures, we lit our oil bombs and assaulted them, but a wave of magic passed over us, sending a few to a sleepy repose, we attacked with fire and blade, as suddenly many more arachnids appeared, but our blows landed true and as the third curled up the visions of spider reinforcements dissipated, their lair revealed a chest of gems and jewels.
Venturing back into the mirrored hall, we were once again subjected to darkness, and hurried towards a doorway, but were accosted by a number of dark shadows who sapped strength, but were easily dispatched, we found ourselves in a darkened bed chamber and a deep annoyed voice enquired of our presence and purpose...