Bronx's lip slides down a little as he makes a confused stare at the creature. He is content to keep his distance.

DM shield:

The nothic pees on the floor and scuttles all the way back into the corner.

(Everyone but Bronx may go in any order.)

Kaltent moves 35 feet closer to the washroom/nothic and keeps a Booming Blade ready just in case.

Shift moves to see the Nothic cowering and turns a questioning look at Zinn and Kaltent.

Shift stops growling and posturing aggressively at the last remaining Nothic, backing away, and letting his friends decide if they want to finish it off or spare it.

Zinn is up!

“You’re going to come with us, and lead us to the entrance of the third level. If you betray us, or if I feel you are not sufficiently helpful... you’ll wind up just like others!” He screeches as he points his clawed finger at the burnt Nothic remains nearby. Without waiting for a reply he will attempt to open the door to the next room.

Weird Insight. The nothic targets one creature it can see within 30 feet of it. The target must contest its Charisma (Deception) check against the nothic’s Wisdom (Insight) check. If the nothic wins, it magically learns one fact or secret about the target. The target automatically wins if it is immune to being charmed.

(I am going to take a little liberty here. Let me know if I have stepped too far.)

The nothic grows quiet, calmed as it focuses on Zinn, quickly and stealthily invading the sorcerer's mind. "You despise your others," he says, pointing to Krennic and Kaltent and the others. "You are lonely being with only the useful."

Zinn recoils as he realizes what the creature has done. 

“LIES!” He shouts “I do not suffer from these mortal delusions like loneliness! Mine is the blood of Dragons! We can thrive for ages in solitude, and rest assured... my people will flock to my banner when I am ready to lead them forward! For now I stand arm in arm with my fine companions as we plunge the depths of this fabled dungeon. I do not despise that which is, as you called it ‘useful’. I am a professional just as they are... and we have work to do.”

With that he lifts his hand a cats fire bolt at the Nothic.

Attack: 25 Damage: 10

The nothic surges forward, slashing at Zinn with its claws.

Claw Attack: 17 Damage: 4

Claw Attack: 8 Damage: 4

(Everyone else may go in any order.)

Kaltent watches the semi-incomprehensible exchange between Zinn and the Nothic silently, then steps forward to skewer the creature with his rapier.

Booming Blade: Attack: 13 Damage: 12 + 4 thunder + 8 (sneak attack).  Plus 9 thunder damage if he moves before my next turn.

Shift raises an eyebrow at Zinn's outburst, a sleigh grin creeping onto his vulpine face.

As Zinn attacks and then the Nothic counter attacks, Shift charges forward to join Kaltent in attacking the Nothic.

Kaltent's blade thunders as it strikes the nothic and the creature falls back, dead. Shift bites down on empty air but it does not matter. The battle has ended.

"Alright," Krennic says as he kicks a dead nothic out of the way. "Enough goofing off. Where are we headed next?"

“We proceed to third level, we don’t need the help of these pathetic creatures” says Zinn as he sneers at the Nothic corpses.

Zinn will examine the door and takes a few steps back before attempting to open it with mage hand.

The door clangs slightly as the mage hand yanks on the handle but it is firmly locked and does not open. Nothing else happens, however.

Shift looks between Kaltent and the locked door expectantly, not moving to shape-shift back into his humanoid form just yet.

"My 'ead hurts. Let's push forward, then find someplace to go night-night. We've been in these tunnels for days, and I still haven't found my boots."

Paging Kaltent...

Kaltent pulls out his lockpicks on his way to the door, looking the door over for traps before he begins.

Investigation for traps: 18

Lockpick attempt (if no traps found): 20

Looking the door over for traps, Kaltent realizes that there is not even a lock on the door. It must be magically locked with Arcane Lock