The chicken is mostly calm, but occasionally tries to nip at you. It's hairless, had a huge maw, feet like a chicken. It's just..very demonic. The one you pick up has a collar on it, it's name is "Earwax".

The devil tries to speak but Misha's crushing so hard he's turning blue. "GHLK!!" he chokes. "I'm not evil! Had head injury! No killing anymore! HGRH! Other devil's tease me, but i don't want to fight!"

"What are you doing here then." Misha asks. "Hurry! Two seconds!"

"I take care of chickens!!" He wheezes, then passes out from lack of oxygen.

Misha lets him go, and he collapses to the ground. "He said he takes care of..cheekens."

"I'm taking Earwax."

"Ah. He, uh, or she..it..is so adorable!" Misha lies, smiling weakly, trying to hide her true feelings from you, but trying to be happy that you are happy.

There is 3 soul coins among the defeated devils, and plenty of abyssal chickens to grab.

For clearing the area, you can get either 5 honor or 5 glory; and 200GP total.

Jill smiles back at Misha and then claims her unorthodox new pet, as well as her honor and share of the reward.

After looting the bodies and taking her 40 GP share, Persephone spreads out the Avernus map in front of the team on the ground.  "Allright, where to next?  Maybe we should go pick up Meep and Nik Nak, and then check out this Sibriex place?  Looks like a lovely place for building a summer cottage!"

"Do not eentend to leef here, woman who looks young but claims to be elderly." Misha says. "But whatever you all decide ees ok weeth Misha."

"Sibriex does not sound like a place I would like to live, as does the rest of this place. I myself feel that we have done enough today, but if the rest of you feel like we can make one more trip today, I would be fine with that."

SIBRIEX

"A breeder of horrors and a hoarder of secrets, a sibriex is said to be as old as the Abyss." — The Cartographer

As you approach this area, you see a horrific torturing sight. Spiky chains lash a fifteen-foot-diameter, floating blob of quivering flesh to a 20-foot-tall wrought-iron scaffold. Two fiends wrapped in chains stand atop the scaffold, torturing the bloated creature’s flesh by tightening its chains. Demon ichor oozes from its wounds, forming a shallow pool around the scaffolding that smells truly terrible. A third, huge jackal-headed fiend uses a bronze horn to yell loudly at the bloated prisoner in multiple languages. It sits cross-legged about half-way up the scaffolding. You park the Demongrinder and observe from a distance. The devils seem to be interrogating it.

Today, Nik Nak's trip is back to the BaneArch! She considers making a shopping stop once she's done killing devils.

Jill looks at the devils torturing what appears to be a sentient nutsack and turns back to the rest of the party. "Hmm, devils doing devil things. Do we want to intervene or go back to base?"

Amelia and Corrin try and listen in on the conversation, seeing if they can figure out why they are interrogating the sentient nutsack.

(If they are needed) Cory perception: 10

Amy perception: 14

The jackal headed demon appears to be asking it questions that start with "Tell me everything you know about.." The sibriex has grown increasingly obstinate, much to the jackal headed demon's annoyance.

Nok shrugs at Jill's query. "We're already here," he says. "We might as well see what trouble we can find."

Jill squints her eyes and calls upon her blood powers as she tries to identify these fiends.

Arcana: 18

Persephone suddenly slinks away and disappears in the shadows (Stealth: 13).

Misha confirms what you are seeing, Jeel: two chain devils and an Arcanaloth, a jackal looking caster fiend.

"Do you think that it would be wise for us to take them on at this time?"

“Who said we had to fight ‘em?” Corrin scoffs. “Ever heard of talking, Jill? Watch this.” The tiefling girl darted forward, Amelia too slow to grab her, and waved her arms to grab the demons attention. “Hail and well met, good demons! What’s going on here? Something I could maybe help with?”

Jill sighs, stares into the camera, and follows Corrin to make sure that she at least has some back up.

"P-!" Misha started, then scrambled up from cover to walk with Corrin, not expecting her to do that. She looked down at the child with wonder. Why would she do that?

"Why, yes half breed child." The arcanoloth, Fetchtatter, says. "Come! Perhaps YOU can make it speak! A reward for you, should you be able to make it talk! However, the Acheronian is not welcome here. You!" he shouts at Misha, "You can LEAVE."

"I weel not." Misha said. "Eet ees taking all of my weelpower at thees very moment not to smash you all eento a fine paste in the name of my Lord."

"Oh, come now.." Fetchtatter moans. "Must it always be about violence with you people?"

"Tell that to my people that you hef killed." Misha says.

Fetchtatter scoffs. "Two sides to every battle, my dear." He turns to Corrin. "Come, sweet child. Three soul coins for you if you can communicate with the Sibriex! But the Acheronian leaves. We are not stupid. We know what she is capable of. What say you."