@Memnosyne- yes you are correct.
The door to C11 has a mound of rubble in front of it, the rubble appears to have been deliberately stacked there.
"Hmm, the door has been blocked. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" She gives her companions the "what do you think" look.
"I wouldn´t know. We can clean it, if you want?"
"For the moment I would suggest that we leave it blocked. We can come back to it after we are sure that nothing is going to come hunting us while we work to clear the debris."
You head through the other door (C12)
A low table sits in the centre of the room. Two low benches sit on either side of the table, and a wooden stringed instrument of archaic design leans against one of them.
In the room there appears to be a strange creature, it has the head and torso of a pudgy human baby and the lower body, wings, mouth and eyes of a fat housefly.
"Ah visitors, how nice. Welcome."
Picture of the creature labelled Lord Baz.
"Yes nice. And who in Asmodeus fat bottom are you?"
Xango will study the strange being,keeping his hands close to his weapons.
"Why I am Lord Baz and I welcome you to my domain. What are your names?"
And I thought this place couldn't get much worse. Maybe we should have left this door closed.
"My... what a lovely instrument," Memnosyne says. "Do you play?" Ugh, please don't be an evil bard thing. I don't think I can stomach that.
What a charming young lady you are. No I'm afraid I don't play, I just collect such things.
What fat load of donkey dung is this thing?
"So you collect these things? Might I ask why? Is there a purpose to your presence here?"
Oster casts his eyes around the room as the others speak, looking for ambush or traps.
Oster you see a silver coffer in one corner.
Lord Baz says, "Perhaps you would be interested in performing a service for me."
"What kind of service do you have in mind?"
Oster tries to subtly look over the coffer for a lock or visible coin.
While listening for insincerity.
Devlin leans against a nearby wall as he listens to the things proposal. I honestly think it might be easier to just seal this creature into the room and be done with it.
"There is an imp that is causing me trouble who calls himself the Suzerain of Bastard Erebus, I want him killed."
Memnosyne and Oster, he appears to be telling the truth but there's something he's keeping from you.
Lord Baz appears to have seen you Oster, he says, "I do believe that belongs to me young man.
"And in exchange for such a service..." She leaves the question open, hoping Baz will reveal more information without her having to ask pointed questions.
"And why, pray tell, should we consider doing such a thing?" Devlin says with a snarl. His face looks upset and trending towards anger. This a&!*+!! thinks that we are just going to turn into hired killers. I have half a mind to make him into a corpse just out of spite.
Why because I asked, and after all I am the ruler in these parts. As for reward I will give you 500gp.
Devlin you know that this is an accuser devil, they have damage reduction against everything since good or silver, immunity to fire and resistance to acid and cold.
Oster turns and smiles at Lord Baz.
"Lord Baz isn't it? I was just looking around. Where might we find this 'Suzerain' and what else do we need to know about him?"
Lord Baz:
Sense Motive (1d20 = 11 +2) = 13 - fail.
The Suzerian resides in a room to the northwest (C3 on the map). He and I are bitter rivals, he keeps trying to steal back the lemures I rightfully appropriated from him, but he should know I rule here. He shouldn't be here anyway.
You get the impression that there is still something he's holding back, but you get the sense that maybe its because he shouldn't be here either.
Hmph. Not sure I like being treated like an assassin. And I definitely don't think we need to be involved in a fight over lemures.
"500 gold? He must be quite the thorn in your side. Why have you not eliminated him yourself?"
It's hardly worth my time, besides it's hardly the type of grubby work I would wish to get involved in, my time is for the more refined pursuits.
Mem turns to the others. "Gentlemen, what say you?"
Devlin quickly waves everyone over to him as he pulls a piece of copper wire out of his pouch. He speaks a brief arcane phrase in Varisian and taps his lips and ear with a finger.
Devlin begins to whisper in Varisian.
Memnosyne was not expecting that spell and is delighted that Devlin has it available.
Xango shrugs and leans on his short sword.
"Well 500 is a tiny sum. Do not insult us with that tiny sum."
[b]Nice one, Devlin. Yeah, let's blag our way out of here, not fight. We've hit this place hard and could use a proper rest.
And then he hears Xango speak up.
500 is more than adequate, if you're not interested I suggest you leave.
"Five hundred will be fine, so long as it's up front. We'll head off and take care of this 'Suzerain'. My large friend here would clearly like more tangible evidence of this reward."
Very well, half now, half when you bring back the Suzerain's head.
As soon as they get the 250 gold, Memnosyne is ready to leave. But she first casts detect magic on the coins they receive. She wants to make sure it isn't some illusion or something.
They do not show up as magical, they appear to be regular coins, although they appear to be Thassilonian in nature so are effectively worth 10gp per coin.
On leaving the room, she turns to the others. "Where should we rest? Do we want to stay down here? We could set-up over by that fountain I suppose." She doesn't really want to stay down here. The thought of sleeping with all these devil spawn around is daunting. But it is expedient.
"Thank you kindly, Lord Baz. We most certainly will dispense with him."
And you after!
To the others a little later and away:
"We should go back up to the surface. It might be a way, but it puts us away from you know, devils."
"If we are going to venture back up we might as well take advantage of one or two of the fountains along the way. I for one could stand to slake my thirst as we travel."
How far up to the surface are you going - right outside?
"Say just up to inside the entrance? Keeps us out of the weather."
"Works for me. Though isn't that where the boats are?"
"True. We could row back into the city and sleep in a bed."
Ok, you can either go right up to the boat deck or back to the city/Pathfinder Lodge. Nothing disturbs you on the way back up.
"Row, row, row our boat back to a nice place to sleep." Devlin will help row the boat back to the city so that they can get return to the lodge and rest.
After a good night's rest Devlin sits and has breakfast at the lodge. "Alright, so we need to be sure we have our silver weapons with us. Also lets take a few empty vials along to fill at the fountains."
That's fine you can get 10 empty vials from Heidmarch Manor.
When they reach the manor, Mem turns to Devlin and says, "Devlin, I have a favor to ask of you. Can you do that magical cleaning spell on me?" She still intends to take a bath, but the memories of that maggot thing vomiting on her still makes her skin crawl.
"Well yes but I find it better for keeping hot food hot and cold food cold." Devlin casts Prestidigitation on Memnosyne in order to get her feeling clean.
Xango prepares his notes and shares them at heidemarch manor.