Re: Slaughterguarde Laboratory
Scalesa pauses. "Hmm... You know, now that I think about it, those circles." She wags a finger. "They're definitely ones I've seen before. They resemble thaumaturgical circles used to summon demons. It's in the pattern. Thank the Seldarine, those things are no longer operational." She then nods towards the construct. "And that, friends, is a Maug. A construct native - as much as such can be - to the plane of Acheron." She briefly glances at Desra, to see if the young priestess has any sort of reaction to the lawful and pitiless plane. She then returns her gaze to the patrolling hulk.
"Putting two and two together, I'd have to say that our friend, here, was asked to guard those circles. We might be able to get some more history from sleeping beauty, over there," she points to the goblin, which is beginning to stir. "So perhaps we should be a little more patient than we might otherwise be. As sure as our friend is from Acheron, I don't want to bump into any demons." With that, the beguiler puts her mace back into its loop.
"I can speak the tongues of the goblinoid and many of the goodlier forest-dwelling races, but the tongues of creatures not from the Prime Material Plane elude me. Are there any other linguists among us?"