This creature stands tall against the Master, tearing flesh from his face, he is so focused attacking me seems secondary. This seems enough of an opening for posion spores to catch it full in his empty face. Bolts of fire and green force fly at this stitched monstronsity, staff and fist, nothing seems to touch this beast. The walls themselves seem pitted against us, terrifying some of our pack. However Master and I puncture this demon, much to my dismay as it breaks a rib slamming into the far wall, Master recalls us, leaving this damn thing to slip away, I will rip it's steel plate from the hole in it's neck.
While we lick our wounds Miss Amrith has a bout of confusion, the Master wisely suggesting a breath of fresh air. We come across this bone spider, a cup in its hand, Kess hands it a silver and puts a silver in its mouth, seems this creature is able to heal this one... a curious one. Seems it was a trick of an alley scamp, throwing the dice down he caught our teeth and made of like a racoon with last night's scraps.
We move onward to find the room with the swords, wisely we move away headed towards the body, seems someone has slow cooked the body, or has admirable knife skills, as the flavor is not delicous. Miss Amrith and our local guide seem to think there is too much blood and something here is not quite right.
We move through this labrinth finding a small group creatures half dressed in motley, ticking as it is doubled over. Though it seems this one has hysterics, and knows our guide. From the Court of the Blood Prince, he enthrals the Master and others with a story, though not until the Master is able to produce a rat from his hat. He promptly grinds this into his mechanical center, causing a spray of blood and gore, delightful.... He calls himself Zeenkeef (Rix Madi), and explains a trade of friendship and drugs.