That little glimmer of presence is upward, on the third and uppermost floor. There's an edge of slightly-nervous anticipation to it, like she's noticed his arrival and is just waiting for him to make the ascent.

Suren nods as he leads them through the front door into a wide hall that leads back to a stairwell. No lift here - either whoever built the structure hadn't thought it tall enough to need one, or it was seen as a needless risk.

"I need someone to go through the rest of Aunt Hala's things. Sort out the magic pieces, and the spell components, and the mundane things that are still in good enough repair to go to neighbours or the refugees coming in from Zephyr, or the markets if there's no immediate use. Most of the rest can be recycled."

He pauses, then adds, "You can keep the furniture, if it's to your tastes."