Not knowing what to do, Lera shoved the glass cube. Perhaps she could free whatever was trapped inside, and maybe the cat would know better than she did what to do. It took more strength than she expected, but her push was met with the delightful sound of shattering glass. 

Zamar slashes at whatever is attacking him with his rapier, but is unable to make contact. When Singe shouts, "Mys!" Zamar's foe clatters to the ground and goes still.

Polly's screams finally start to die as another crunching sound is heard. 

Something keeps poking at Perrin's armor, but it's unable to find a path to his flesh.

Polly - 5 damage (status unknown)
Zamar - 2 damage
Polly's attacker - 15 damage (status unknown)
Imp - 8 damage

"Ser! Myr! Jhol!" Singe cries in desperation.

"Tell us how to dispel the darkness if you want to live." Perrin tries to threaten the Imp. 

"Go ahead," the Imp spits back. "I'll come back with an army of devils behind me!"

"Good thing Paladins are able to smite devils," Perrin says before striking out at the Imp again but he misses.

//2d20kl1+4 (disadvantage) = (18 and 5) +4 = 9. Miss//

"Polly are you okay. I heard you scream. Are you hurt? Show me where I'll fix it." Perrin says rapidly not giving her a chance to respond, he was terrified that she might have been dead. 

Seeing Polly was ok, and that there was an unconscious cat on the ground, Lera wandered over to the formerly imprisoned Tabaxi and poked him. He was still breathing, but still wasn’t moving. “Hello, cat-person,” she gently slapped his face. “Do you need healing?”

"Oh, thank Yondalla. Don't scare me like that again." Perrin says directly to Polly then turning to Lera he offers "I think he's a little out of it but some healing might help. If he doesn't wake I can attempt to carry him, however, I don't want to be in this place any longer than necessary. Can we please leave?" He says that last bit to everyone. 

Singe looks at the imp, still constrained. "That was fun, but I want my bands back." Singe summons three darts, each streak towards the imp, hitting him squarely in the chest. Singe removes the limp devil from bands, and speaks the command word again. He then walks over to the desk and begins leafing through the book, it appears to be a spellbook.

Singe casts magic missile at the imp, dealing 9 points of force damage.

Singe puts the book down and pokes around the room. He finds a dozen gems, the animated sword looks very nice, a potion box Shanolia will need to look at, a cloak of elvenkind and the books and scrolls in the room seem very interesting. He turns to the rest of the group. "What are we going to do about the gentlemen downstairs? They will want this, but technically it's all the woman's." 

Perrin walks over to the previously animated sword and picks it up giving it a few practice swings. “This sword feels right. I think I’m going to keep it.” Perrin says. “Now about our friends downstairs. Singe promised them some treasure. I say to give them some of the gems. After all a promise is a promise.” Perrin says trying to take the high road after he was prepared to double cross a devil. 

"But everything else in this room is our payment yes?" Singe says behind five books and three scrolls he's carrying.

Lera's verbal query doesn't seem to garner any sort of response from the unconcious tabaxi, but once she pokes him, he begins to stir, slowly coming awake. The confusion is clear in his eyes as they refocus on the people gathered around him. A hiss escapes his lips and he bares his fangs, springing back to his feet and scrambling back from the party. He stands facing you, still obviously confused, and seems to reach for a weapon that he is no longer wearing before simply raising his hands, claws extended in a defensive posture.  Eyes jumping about the room, he seems to be searching for an exit, and trying to make sense of where he is and what has happened to him.

"What? Where..." he stammers.

“Whaoh. Hold on there kitty boy. We don’t mean to harm you but, we just fought a devil who was trying to eat you while you were standing there like a statue. Now, are you hurt. I have some healing magic if you are.” Perrin says trying to appear as non threatening as possible. 

Singe arches an eyebrow, “You and your... furry friend appeared to be frozen in time. Not exactly sure how, why or for how long, but you were. All that’s clear is that you did something to make this wizard angry.”

He cocks his head a bit at being called "kitty boy" and narrow his eyes, but at the same time seems to consider the question. Rolling his shoulders, he flexes his muscles as if working out the kinks after his long imprisonment. "No," he finally responds. "I am uninjured." He looks around again, taking a measure of the pocket dimension. "Merely confused. Where is this place? Who are you? Where is the magic man and his servants?" He snarls once again. "He has much to answer for."

“I’ll answer your questions, if you answer mine,” Lera said confidently. “What’s your pet unicorn-rabbit’s name?”

“This is probably the magic man’s home, or private dimension, it’s not clear. But in short, nothing here has been touched for, oh, two hundred years?”