All the dwarf wanted was a good night’s sleep. Honestly, was that too much to ask?
I mean, the day had been busy. Fighting tieflings and bronze things and who knows what else kind of takes it out of a guy. Not to mention all these whiny adventurer types were constantly getting themselves hurt, and then who do they look for when it’s time to send some blessedly sweet healing their way. Janster, that’s who.
So you’d think, you’d hope, you’d assume that, just as a matter of general principal, they would listen to Janster’s very polite requests for an uninterrupted night of sleep. That, it goes without saying, turned out not to be the case.
After being woken by a pack of wild hyenas, then again by—of all things—a zombie devil flyer thing, a skeleton minotaur and a wight, they finally agreed to return to the inn for a beauty sleep. It may not have looked it, but Janster greatly valued his beauty sleep.
Rested and refreshed, Janster joined the rest of the RSB to let Oronthor know what they’ve found about Paldamar. He was upset, and asked the team to bring Paldamar to justice. The RSB happily promised to do the same, and convinced Oronthor to throw in a magic item to help them with their quest.
The party descended into the Underdark and wound their way through the Labyrinth. Eventually, they came to a big chamber, where they were greeted by a booming voice which greeted them as seeker’s of Baphomet’s glory. The words “mask, bell, blade and tome,” faded away as the party fell under attack.