Up To The Door

Somebody was terribly incompetent. Even the children of Aqularia planned their sabotage/spy games better then this.

Astra shoved aside the volume of drapes. The fabric had swept away most of the moisture of the tracks. Also, the fact that it was warmer inside then outside had caused most of the tracks to melt away. As Astra watched, the foremost of the last three identifiable footprints faded away.

Astra let the drapes fall away. The footprints had been slightly pointed towards the right-hand staircase. But it would be foolish to go charging up there without more intelligence.
If her benefactors didn't have enough information to even clearly describe the evil, Astra was going to have to do some intelligence-gathering on her own.

Astra walked up to the table and snap-kicked the right front leg. Splinters flew and the broken off staff skidded across the floor and caroomed off the staircase. The table wobbled for a second then crashed to the floor. A bird high above flittered away down an upstairs hall. Astra picked it up and twirled it in her hands. There, at least she had a weapon.
What does Astra do now?

1. Astra fashions the drapes into wearable items and ventures outside.
2. Wait a moment. The crash of the table sounded...different. There was a chamber beneath the floor!
3. Astra scours the foyer for more clues.
4. The room begins to rotate. Oh my.
5. Astra ventures outside. [She's already clothed so doesn't need the drapes! - 3972 and 5745]

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