Sarim leads the way up the stairs, clambering along the railing, stepping gingerly over the wrecked steps. Andras follows close behind him, trailed by Avita then Eric. When you reach the top, the supernal glow coming from the aasimar shows you a circular room much the same as the one below, though less filthy. Several weapon racks, now empty, line the walls along with two barrels. A pile of ragged pillows and blankets is nestled between two of the containers - a makeshift bed. Bundled deep within the unwashed fabric is the same stubborn gnome you last saw here, a pale woman on the cusp of middle-age. Her jaw is slack and her eyes half-open, unfocused. She lies limp beneath the mountain of blankets and does not react to your arrival, or even appear to notice you.

Standing in front of the helpless gnome, feet planted in a wide stance, is a demonspawn wearing the burgundy cloak of a Wheeler and clutching a hatchet with both hands. The demonspawn glares at you, black eyes glittering, a sneer painted across his face. He seems to be quite young, a teenager by the standards of humanity.