Karl stepped up to the barrier around the dilapidated stone building, and raised his hand to inspect the surface.
It wasn't a barrier spell that he was familiar with, but it was most likely cast by Orthos before he left. The question was if Karl could enter without damaging it.
The spell had held the house in something close to stasis for thousands of years, and Karl didn't want to do anything that would destroy the historical artifact. Even from here, he could see Dwarven runes carved into the stone, long since inert, but undamaged by time.
If he could spot some of the building's defensive measures already, there had to be more. And if there were more, most of them would be considered lost arts by now.
At least by most people.
"Are you sure that's wise, Sir?" The Bunga City guard asked cautiously as Karl's hand touched the barrier.
