7-6B¶

You follow in the wake of the golem’s passage, suppressing a laugh at its habit of walking through the door frames instead of under them. The first room was as you expected – some kind of holding area where the fiends that Bathus had summoned were trapped. Clearly, they had been there for some time, based on the number of scribblings etched into the walls. It was almost happenstance that the golem’s weight cracked open their prison and let them loose upon you.

Now you stand before a group of devils, who had similarly been ensnared by Bathus’s magic, though not for long by the looks of them. Their leader, easily as tall as your golem ally, speaks to you in a confident tone as he gestures for the others to hold their place. “You say you hunt for that thrice-cursed artificer, yet you are accompanied by one of his creations. Why should we help? You seem quite capable on your own.”