Following Valen, then Jane, both Arra and Terrance step in. The room is sizable and nice enough to be the office of a Head Manager or low payed CEO. Not super extravagant but clear signs the owner of this office had extra cash to throw around.
Even in the partial darkness, lessened by Valen's light, the group picks up on some new details. The god awful smell is far less in here and the room feels comfortable. Near the door and not visible from the outside is a small trolley with glasses and either whisky or scotch. One of the glasses has about half a finger left of the alcohol.
The primal staff Arra has glows to life and a warm and soft glow gives a more clear visual of the room
"Candle Light," she nods "Completely slipped my mind that it's a Primal spell. "
At the same time it also becomes apparent that the owner of the office had a very specific taste in art. A massive picture hung right of the door (left of the desk) is an oil painting of what could be easily over one thousand butterflies. Smaller pictures of butterflies are also hanging on the other walls and on the desk is a book with the title
"The Auralious Guide to Butterflies and other Pollinating Insects 7th Eddition"
(Auralious being the province you are currently in with the city being Isakaar)
Also found on the table is a heavy binder that looks to be the financial report for the year of 2049, a stack of drink coasters, a picture frame with no picture, and a spot where a computer would sit.
The book shelf reveals financial reports dating back to 2020, the first six editions of the of the guide on the main desk. On top the book shelf is a large monarch encased in crystal and a wasp nest displayed on a wire stand.
"Hey, I'm no accountant" Valen speaks up looking through one of the books. Wearing gloves as to not leave his own finger prints "but shouldn't financial reports have numbers in them? This is just a random string of letters"
"I detect it's a code. I'd count on it" Arra says through a yawn but you can clearly here her grin. Terrance audibly groans at the bad pun as he goes for his radio
"This is sergeant Grey, preliminary sweep of the building shows no signs of life. Dead or otherwise. We need a forensics team to the top floor to secure evidence."
The voice on the other side of the radio responds "Copy that sergeant sending up, hang on. Why is there a...oh shit!"
Seconds later a rumble draws everyone's attention to the window. A steak of red-orange leads from the sky down to the city. Plumes of smoke rise from the city and even from this distance the flames can be spotted.