"And - I didn't get your rank, Tirabade?"

"Head of Counterintelligence for the Eagle Watch." She laughs bitterly. "Fat lot of good I did us today. I say we bring her, I'd bet good money she's up to something but if she turns on us it's three to one. I want her where I can see her, though."

She sniffs.

"Very well, I concur."

Then they can proceed down the tunnel!

The tunnel has: More corpses! Another of Terendelev's scales, shining as brightly as Blai's Light! Centipedes the size of Blai's arm!

He picks up the scale and gives it to Seelah. "Since I already have one, in case both sets of possessions don't make it out for whatever reason."

Do centipedes like being hit with his mace?

She tucks it among her possessions reverently.

The centipedes do not like that at all. All they wanted was to kill the intruders and instead the intruders are killing them? They will try to bite him about this but they aren't very good at it.

He does have a Delay Poison but it's far better not to need it.

The centipedes are quickly dispatched.

Further down the tunnel brings: More corpses! Another scale! Flies the size of Camellia! Lizard longer than Blai is tall!

Anevia can have this scale. The flies and also the lizard can have the mace.

All they did was attack a heavily-armed group of adventurers and now they're being killed about it? Life is so unfair.

(None of the rest of his companions have nearly as much fighting experience as he does, but all of them are at least competent with their weapons; Seelah fights with a longsword, Anevia fights with a longbow, and Camellia has a little spellcasting of some sort in addition to her rapier.)

Down the hallway is a room with the remains of some sort of artificial structure. Crumbling stone columns still bear traces of more elaborate carvings, and even many of the stones in the rubble were clearly worked by someone's hands.

The man digging through the rubble now is a — tiefling? Maybe Abyss-spawn tieflings look like this? He almost looks like he's divided in two, one half human and the other half lizardfolk or something, but even the human-looking half still has a large curved horn protruding from the head. 

"No, I can't just walk away," he's saying as they enter. "It's got to be here somewhere." He notices them and blinks rapidly. "—Wenduag!"

A... blue spider-person?... steps out from the darkness in the back of the room. "Lann? Did you find — who are you?"

What the fuck are these guys. Well, besides "not attacking on sight", which is a relatively promising thing for them to be. "Select Blai Artigas."

The rest of Blai's party gives their names as well.

Lann seems cheered by the Iomedaeans, at least. "The four of you are crusaders from the surface, then? Do you know what's happening up there? We felt the earthquake, but we don't exactly get a lot of news from the surface."

"I am presently in a very confusing and irregular situation but am I suppose temporarily operating as a crusader. Deskari attacked in person heralded by a considerable force of lesser demons. Lady Terendelev was killed."

"Terendelev was killed?" He glances at Wenduag. "In that case we have to get to the surface."

"Lann, if you try to bring everyone through the Shield Maze, they're all going to die."

"What is the Shield Maze?"

"It's a deadly labyrinth infested with monsters and cultists. Most people who go in never come out."

"Our people's stories say there's a path to the surface through the maze." He sighs. "Going alone would be suicide, but if we can just find the angel's sword, we can convince Chief Sull to call together the tribes—"

"What, and get all of them killed too? Is this about the kids again? The kids are dead by now, Lann."