Lost Mines, Lost Labs, and Lost Hope (RobJFalcon's Campaign)

"Uh, yeah I got a name but you can't pronounce it with your mouthparts. The wizards put me on duty. Well, one wizard. I'm bound here to protect the stuff in this room. Been successful, too! Not one thing has left here in hundreds of years!"

Anyone who looks into the double doors sees this:

Fjolnir scans the room from the door. "What is it youre... eh... guarding? More importantly might we meet your wizard boss?"

"Really? Not in a hundred years. I could have sworn that guy down here... What was his name... The spider. Yeah. He told us he took something from this room last month. He was bragging about grabbing some relic right out from under the guardian while he was busy killing some undead. Are you sure he didn't get the better of you?"

*Dustfinger is kinda at the door, kinda watching, not feeling too secure, decides to emotionally eat one of his rations while regarding this thing's many eyes*

In response to Fjolnir: "I'm guarding stuff. The stuff in here. You can't take any of it out or I'll be forced to kill you. You can meet him. I haven't seen him in a bit, but I'm sure he's around here somewhere."

In response to Az Emberi: "HunDREDS, Plural. Not one. I don't know anyone named spider. I'm pretty sure he didn't get the better of me. I have literal eyes in the back of my head. And Telepathy. Unless it doesn't have a brain, it didn't make it in and out. Add to that," It glances around the room. "Everything is still in here, so... Spider dun lied to you."

"Hmmmm he said something about teleporting in and out super quick oh well. In any case what happens if the wizard that charged you to guard this stuff was dead? Would you keep guarding it or would you go do something else?"

Dusty participates in the conversation between mouthfuls of jerky. "So, uh... if this wizard isn't around anymore... you know, like, maybe not even alive... are you still bound in that case? Do you have stay here forever?"

"I am to stay here until someone with the proper authority dismisses me."

"Huh. Well, that's neat. You want some jerky?"

"Last question. Who would have the proper authority?"

"One of the wizards charged with protecting this place. Duh!"

"I've got so many more questions."  Inhales deeply before continuing...

• Were these ruins built in this cavern network, or did this cavern used to be something else entirely?
• What's in the building next door, to the south?
• Why is any of this here?
• Why are there bugbears and undead all over the place down here?
• What do you know about the forge that's down the hall, and why was there a flaming skull guarding it?
• Do you think the wizard charged with protecting this place would be mad if we continued with our mining expedition down here?
• What's that wizard's name?
• Would you be mad if we continued our mining expedition down here?
• If we continued our mining expedition down here, what areas would be off limits?
• If nothing leaves this room, would we be allowed to investigate and use the items inside it?
• Do you want friends? Because circling back to the mining thing, we could have a whole bunch of miners down here, regularly paying you a visit, maybe even put you on payroll for something... 

"Our buddy here is a wizard and was tasked by the rightful owner of this mine with its safety. How would we prove this claim to you?"

Behold! Er..... Behold-er, beholder.  Did no one catch that?

Everyone except Dustfinger:

 Dustfinger: "Wow, that's a lot... Um... ok. I don't know anything about this place other than this room, I don't know or care about anyone's name, or what you do here, as long as it doesn't involve taking anything out of this room. In fact, don't even touch it. Does that answer all of those questions?"

To Az: "Who? Which one? Let him speak for himself." (Whoever wants to make a deception check may do so with advantage since you're helping each other. Say something good though.)

To Dirk: "Oh, they caught it, but I'm not a beholder. Those ******** are too preoccupied with their own existence to do something worthwhile like guard something. Yep."

Dustfinger looks a bit crestfallen. "No. It doesn't answer all of my questions. You never answered if you wanted some jerky." Shakes his ration bag helpfully.

"No thanks, I have food."

That would be the great Hymir, a powerful wizard tasked to cleanse these halls of all intruders by the masters of this domain.  He has lead us all down here, and I merely herald his presence. Without further ado...I nod to Hymir, and bow slightly. 27  Excited to use one of his stronger talents, hoping for some suave.  (OOOOOOOHHHH!!! KILLED IT!)

"Very well, What do you wish of me, Master Hymir?"

Az Emberi watches as Hymir talks to the guardian.

Hymir: we're here to get rid of a hostile entity that calls himself the spider.

Other Hymir: That's right Hymir. We would like you to come with us and help us get rid of him and his minions.

Hymir: well put Hymir.

(Hymir high fives himself.)

Other Hymir: oh yeah and we need the stuff in this room you shouldn't guard it anymore.