House of the Dead [Event]

((OOC: First, I am sorry for the delay. Next, I am honestly confused about the series of events. I thought the dumbwaiter was downstairs, behind the door that could be found through the kitchen. Am I right in assuming this same dumbwaiter is also visible upstairs and has the same appearance/buttons, and it would be directly above the one downstairs and Syn would hear something on account of Mura's button-pushing?))

Things would turn out that the auburn haired girl found nothing really of note in the open doorway itself. A kitchen was lying in wait, still stocked neatly with shelves full of utensils and various vessels. Syn barely glanced at the mixture of pots, pans, and platters before her attention was captured by the strange smell. Rotting food. Clearly, this house was still occupied by some strange matter of spirits or beings. Yet there were no humans eating this food. In Syn's mind, the appearance of the children on the road was highly suspect. Had they been standing outside in the misty village for so long that the food had begun to rot? Originally, the female mage had assumed they had left the house following the night after they had heard the monster and it had supposedly taken their brother. If she factored in this stench of decay, the timeline was quite different.

Suspicious, Syn glanced through the pantry before dismissing it as ordinary. She continued through to a door that, when opened, revealed a dumbwaiter. Tentatively reaching forward, her fingers paused hovering above the button itself. She was not ready to push it just yet, but before she knew what was happening, the dumbwaiter seemed to shake. Perhaps it was moving up or down, she could not quite tell. Syn backed away, her eyes narrowed. Could it be that somebody elsewhere was messing around with things? Turning her attention to the elevator, she would try to peer inside, keeping her face away lest an unfortunate accident or attack occur. Even when she emitted a soft light from her fingertips the angle of aperture belonging to the elevator did not allow her to look around inside. Deciding to bite the bullet, she gave the rope pulley a sharp tug. If this house had stairs and an elevator, it would be reasonable to assume they both led to the same upper floor. However, knowing the strange eccentricities of this house she could not be sure whether this elevator was a one way trip to a hellish basement.