The appearance of the grand warrior disturbed our negotiations and suggested we forgo the masked ones help and continue on our known route to the evil monster's lair, so we descended once again following the same twisty corridors all alike.
At one point we were accosted by some ape like creatures who beat our fellows with bone sticks, but they were easily scared and ran, on another occasion we encountered some lunatics in bird costumes who seemed harmless and only shouted insults, as Mar Nod says, sticks and stones may break bones but words do not hurt, unless of course they are magical and then they can hurt a lot.
Finally we found the antechamber of our nemesis, who had gathered a crowd of blasphemous worshippers cowering over his corpse, after a swift battle we defeated them but with the loss of one of our dwarven comrades, our souls tempered with the riches that lay beyond.
We filled our pockets with the valued metal coins and started our way back home.