Durlag's Tower: Grand Foyer

Illumination: Interior - Dark; Weather: none

After Theren places the flagon into the Hunter statue's hand, the center of the floor separates and a 30-foot-square platform rises up from the depths. Upon it is a violently fat wolf/ape hybrid demon with what appears to be a spike-covered second chin. The creature stinks of cheap liquors and spiced, salty sausages. It is lounging on an ottoman, and strokes a very shaggy cat as it rises into view.

As the gigantic, bulbous demon cradles a tiny long-haired cat atop its sweaty belly, it grins, causing both sets of horrifically obese chin-horns to dribble beads of brown saliva.

"Adventurers! It’s been so long since Schvalt has had company!"

"Schvalt?" you wonder. The maniacal woman in the wooded copse mentioned that name.

The cat yowls and spews forth a stream of bile onto the demon's chest, causing the rotund demon to toss the pathetic creature unceremoniously across the room neat the Shorn statue. It quickly becomes apparent that the "cat" was merely a quasit in a disguise made of hair as a tiny, scaled demon crawls out of the messy pile clutching a staff. It takes a few faltering steps before fading from view.

"Excuse K'nap; it does not know its place. You, though..." he rubs his belly in a fairly disturbing manner. "You know where you’re going to end up."

Roll Initiative!