The Gaming Den

The adjoining rooms are clearly both long-disused, containing mostly ancient rickety furniture – beyond each is a further room containing stacked boxes. In the eastern room, Grobnar's dog whuffs at the disturbed dust. Lodin finds an oddly out-of-place feather pillow behind a toppled stool, but only the fireplace, chimney choked with broken timbers, could conceal anything further. In the western room, Norda sees a gaping hole in the ceiling above the fireplace, about six feet across.

"What makes you imagine there's anything of value...?" Lodin grouses, but complies. He reaches past the broken timbers and you hear a scrape of brick. Then, the rogue recoils like a startled cat as the debris choking the chimney shifts alarmingly. "Unstable," he mutters, trembling. "Ah! Surprises make my blood sting." He places an ornate dagger on the table, its blade gleaming the unmistakable blue-white of alchemical silver.

Norda enters the western room, but nothing new is revealed besides another neglected chair by the fireplace.

Vorbar stows his shield and raises the torch instead. Grobnar and Lodin move to the west, where Norda surveys the storeroom — more dust and stacked boxes.

Norda turns the corner to discover further boxes in her way. Grobnar urges his dog past her, and grasps the lid of one of the containers.

A deep voice calls out, 'Who's there?' It seems to come from the highest-stacked box in the southwest corner.

Norda discovers that the opening in the north wall leads to a dusty space, seemingly empty except for a box in the northwest corner shaped like a fat cylinder, about 18" across and 12" high. Lodin clambers up the stacked boxes with halfling facility, but as he reaches for the crate that spoke, it speaks again: "Is Bargle with you?"
Lodin pauses and looks back at Grobnar dubiously.

Norda's darkvision reveals a decrepit bed in a dusty room.

Lodin throws open the lid of the box, revealing... nothing within, only the bare wood and nails of its construction. The deep voice speaks again, out of that apparent emptiness: "Oh, well then, never mind."

There's no indication that the room is more or less than it appears; a long-abandoned bedroom.

In the storeroom, Lodin pokes his blade into the envoiced box, perhaps hoping to find some invisible thing. When that produces no result, he joins Grobnar in searching, but all the boxes are apparently as empty as the one that spoke.