Movement shifted with the fog and shadows flashed across the open windows in the house. "Alright then," Kazimir said as he strolled through the garden of death and decay. He felt unbothered by most of it. Even to the point of feeling welcomed by it. He could feel the vibrations of skeletons rolling around in their coffins below his feet.
The mage turned into a cloud of bats and flew into the second-floor window. Within, the halls were carpeted with red. Old clocks and paintings hung from the walls. Every step seemed to make the hallways longer as if space was warped within the house.
"What kind of treasure is hidden here," he mentioned from a rumor he heard in town. He didn't really care about keeping any potential treasure he came across. He just wanted to know what it was.
The wind mage pressed onward into the mansion. A door creaked beside him. he peeked around the dark corner. A chill ran down his spine. He whirled around to see a faint spectral figure vanish into the far wall.