Deciding that discretion is the better part of valor, the party leaves the charred book behind and begins their descent down towards the next lower level of the tower. They find themselves having to stop short, however.
A trickle of seawater runs down the staircase. The wooden stairs are rotten in places and in one case they've fallen through altogether. Passage will require vaulting the seven foot gap to a wooden platform elevated from the floor.
The wooden stairs shelter a trio of small alcoves. In each alcove are small figurines: hand-painted fetishes carved from ivory and decorated with hair and small beads. The first nook holds a fierce-looking barbarian, the second a pair of snarling panthers, and the last a somber knight.