The first room the party will enter if approaching from the west. This is a working room containing several large barrels of wine, oil presses and other bits and pieces to support the household.
The room is damaged by the fire with half of the roof collapsed inside, but most of the barrels, presses, etc. are still there.
A cat is sitting on top of one of the barrels, hissing at the party.
As you reach the middle of the room, a glimmer flows across the walls, the floor, you. As it flows past, the room seems restored to its former glory, and you see several servants huddled in a corner, praying to the christian god to save them from the fire that is raging outside, and which you can see through the entrance outside, where you just walked.
You overhear some of the servants talking amongst themselves in panicked voices. They seem to be discussing what could have caused the fire, and you hear several of them agreeing that the kitchen always seemed like a fire hazard to them.
The fire eventually burned out and the servants managed to escape. There are no bodies or skeletons in this room.
This round room suffered more than others from the collapse of the roof. It is filled with rubble and broken shingles, not a spot of floor is visible and whatever furniture it once had is buried under the debris.
As you stand at the entrance, the ruin fades into a beautiful and bright working room, filled with shelves full of scrolls and tablets, a sitting area for discussions and a large writing desk in the center of the half-round western edge.
A man, clearly a noble in the style of old Rome, sits at the writing desk. He is busy carefully writing something on a scroll.
(If the party has been to the atrium before, they will recognize him ask Lucius' father.)
As he writes, he mumbles to himself. All you can make out is "oh, Lucius, fili mi. Quid peccavi?" (Oh Lucius, my son. What have I done wrong?)
He then puts the scroll into a heavy metal box, which he locks and puts underneath the writing desk.
Then he turns around and looks you straight into the eyes, and as the illusion fades away, he says to you: "Iustitiae familiae meae." (justice for my family)
Note that attempts of the characters to walk towards the writing desk to read what he is writing will fail as underneath the illusion, all the rubble is still there. Carefully feeling your way forward works, but takes too long.
Searching the place where the desk stood reveals the ruins of the desk underneath a good amount of rubble. The box is there, beaten up and smashed out of shape, which has the advantage of having broken open the lock, but it does require some force to open it. You may call for a physical (strength) test to pry the box open.
Inside the box is a scroll written in formal Latin. The writing on it disowns Lucius and grants the entire estate to his brother, Gregorius. As this is a legal document, there's no prose or text explaining why.
Finding and taking the document with them frees the ghost of the father and ends the illusion, which will never repeat. It will shimmer in a bright golden glow before disappearing. This golden glow only happens when an illusion is resolved, unresolved illusions simply fade out.
There are also a number of small mosaic portraits of each family member. Lucius and his brother Gregorius are in fairly good shape, the father's portrait is barely discernible, mother and daughter are entirely smashed.
This room is a sleeping room that was only partially damaged by the fire. A part of a wall has caved in and things are burnt, but it is still enough left to make out what the room used to be and there is even a chest of clothes left largely intact.
If someone searches the chest, they will find a small bag of coins (value: 1 coin) tucked into a corner underneath the clothes.
If someone searches the room, they will also find a wax tablet, partially melted from the heat of the fire, with what appears to be notes. The fragments still readable say:
"Edrinios ... " (old name of the month of March)
"...kitchen restock ... 4 barrels ... 2 new slaves bought today ... unexpected ... father and son fought again ... work in Viridarium" (representative garden)