>>5714967>>5714978>>5714995>>5715039>>5715049>Try to keep him talking. He doesn’t seem aware of Bredbeddle at all–he only knows about you and master.“Oho? And you’d learn five-hundred years of magical history in just a couple of minutes? I’d like to see you try.” You taunt the baron. “I’ve been with my fair lady at her chapel for the last six months and I’ve only learnt about a semester’s worth of magic! Actually, maybe even less!”
“It’s enough to know how to operate this wand of yours.” He flexes your dyadic wand in a claw-like grip. “But I’ll have all the time in the world when I’m done with you two.”
“You’ll need more than a handful of goblins to operate that wand to its fullest extent.” You snort–you’re sure the gnome is nearly upon the demon now, knife in hand. “Maybe two-hundred.. three-hundred? And I know you’re already down a few.”
“That nasty rock trick, of course.” The demon baron’s voice takes on a strange tone of amusement. “I have to thank you for that–it took an arm and a handful of monsters, but I got something greater out of the deal.”
The demon lord takes a few steps forward into the light of the chamber. His left arm–the one your rock trap took–is without armor, but there are no goblins beneath. He flexes a muscular arm. “Do you know who’s wearing this suit right now, ‘hero’?”
>Continue talking.>Go for your wand. Try to cast a spell.>Call off Bredbeddle!>[Write-In.] 