Redvers crouches down, and his field of vision is met by a nearby fireplace abruptly blazing to life, which casts a gruesome light on the scene before them: three men dressed in drab practicality, leather armor and the like, their decomposing bodies lacerated by five-pronged slashes through their clothing and skin. A burlap sack lies by one cadaver, partially filled with valuables.
On closer inspection, the burglars have probably only been lying here a few weeks, untouched by anything apart from whatever killed them.

The sharp-eared will notice, around this time, that sounds of the storm have completely dissipated. The room they stand in is a massive gilded gallery bisected by a grand staircase, with portraits lining the walls on either side of the first floor and what appear to be bookshelves atop the landing of the second.