Regulus smiles, enjoying the performance even in such a dangerous setting. “Bravo, bravo. That was a fantastic performance, really worthy of the stages of Fantasy Las Vegas.” He claps his hands together.

"Thank you, thank you, my friends." it bows. "I am Ichthyglug." It floats towards you all. "It has indeed been quite a while since i've had visitors, most people do not make it down this far - and I could sense people from beyond the curtains. It was a pleasure to entertain you. By chance would you be looking for something to do here? I have an interesting predicament that could use your assistance."  

 "We are here exploring this dungeon which we have been told is full of dangers to ward off intruders. But perhaps we could help you with your predicament, if you tell us what it is."

Baird steps up after hearing Ichthyglug has a task for the group

What kinda predicament? Do ye need something run through?

Baird gestures to all the armed members of his group.

"Ah yes, the master architect Halaster has indeed created a place of wonder, traps and DEATH!" he flails his hands dramatically, the word ringing in the cavern. "Lend me your ear for a moment - and I will sing you another song!"

The magical harps play again, the song weaving a tale of two trapped souls.

SIDE QUEST - GENIES OF EARTH AND WATER
Two genies (one of them Ichthyglug) live here, having struck bargains with Halaster to rid this level of the lich named Ezzat. The genies compete with one another. Whichever one obtains the lich’s phylactery wins its freedom, damning the other to spend the remainder of its existence in Undermountain. By the rules of Halaster’s twisted game, the genies can use adventurers to get the job done, but they can’t cause bodily harm to one another, either directly or indirectly. Ichthyglug offers you a side quest: destroy the lich Ezzat on this level nad then give the lich’s phylactery to Ichthyglug. The marid promises you all treasure in exchange, mentioning that he is forced by Halaster’s magic to make good on this promise.

Baird pulls on his mantle, making sure its well attached 

A lich? Like skeletons an the dead? Magic like zap zap? An you want em dead. "Ezzzezt"?

"The very one." Petra replies in response to Baird "This is a worthy challenge. I will take it up."

An 'es inta the dark stuff? Wont he jus' come right back?

"Well we're giving the phylactery to Ichthyglug, so he can take care of it."

Li'riya shrugs. "Undead aren't my usual prey, but sure."

Yeah.. Right right right, ok. 

Baird turns back to Ichthyglug,

O, Itchy-glug, might you have any advice fightin this Ezz-guy?

A purr-like rumble of a laugh escapes Regulus turning into a bubbling waterfall of humor. “That sounds fun, let’s take in a lich.”

"Oooh, this sounds fun~" Eris purrs, interested on how this group would fair against a Lich. "I believe we can take him on. In more ways than one~"

Yeh, im all fer it too. I jus' never fought a Lich. Or really any heavy magic guy. 'Cept fer this un.

Baird gestures to the only bit of nnon-hide based clothing on his back, a dark blue mantle with a chain clasp in front

"Oh, they're absolute monsters in a fight, truthfully," Eris admits with a sigh. "Can kill you with a flick of their wrist if so wished, but I believe we all can handle him no problem. I'll be sure to give us all a nice little pep talk prior to entering his domain." The sorceress winks then brings her full attention onto the minotaur when he speaks of his mantle. "Ooh, do tell?"

he was fightin some beasts out on de trail, an i jus' caught em when 'e was spent. Had a few good moves an we was goin hand ta hand,

Baird point out a scar on his ribs under his fur

but 'e had dis glaive too and got me good. So i gave em me horns an ripped 'is guts out. 

Took all 'is shit and went ta go sell it all. Shop keep seemed mighty keen on lowballin me. So i just kept it and got it checked. Apparently keeps me kinda safe from magic.

"Hmm. Pretty short story."

It weren't nothin' special. Not the first time i squeezed the life from someones eyes. Maybe when we fight some shit, we get bette' stories?

"Are you a murderer, Baird?" Petra asks as they head to Area 1C. Petra hadn't pried too much into her comrades' personal lives, but the way Baird was talking about his past dealings made it sound like he was a murderer.

Well bein as big as i am, not too keen on hidin, and de way i look, im not trusted by many. So it does me well ta not be a Murderer per se. I kill things an people that need it, try and stay away from dose dat dont need ta die.

Baird explains as they walk, lost in thought

De one i killed for these items, 'e was a wanted man. Done stuff ta the young ones. A piece a filth that needed it...

An I'll get mine one day too...