Clarabella opens her mouth as Eriape goes, without protest, into to the bag of holding, but doesn't say anything, and then looks up at Voshrelka.

"Hi?" She essays. 

It seems everyone is slightly stunned by the druid immediately attempting to take custody of an undead abomination. Reasonable, she wouldn't have expected it of herself either, but circumstances change. Regardless, this is also an opening to exploit.

"Hello. Could you give us the Forbiddance password, on the basis that the alternative is dispelling it?"

Because technically speaking, this little lich nook is outside of the Forbiddance to allow for fleeing by teleportation. She and everyone else here will probably need to go back in there again, and tanking it twice in a day sounds stupid. This sort of 'immediately solving a problem' is the kind of thing that gets nobles to agree to demands they don't understand and think are bizarre, like acknowledging a badger as a person.

"Yes! This Lair is Burned Anyway! The Secret Password is 'Boot'!"

Feliu looks at Voshrelka "- What do you intend to do with it?" This is a sentient creature reanimated as a tortured horror and he doesn't really know anything about Voshrelka.

"Get accurate numbers of how many like her have been similarly trapped, the details of her Awakening and life before her undeath, and attempt to determine if freeing her from - this -" she motions towards Clarabella, "would consign her eternally to a similar fate, complete oblivion, or if she will be put properly into a suitable afterlife. Awakened animals can sometimes be complicated in these matters, and I don't at present know how well she was ensouled, so I don't want to hastily consign her to another torturous existence in trying to spare her from this one. I absolutely do not intend to leave her like this, this is a horror. But it is a horror I need to understand in order to properly unmake."

"I understand," he says, and half-bows. He will not interfere.

Voshrelka relaxes a little. She doesn’t think anyone is going to gainsay a paladin in this party being run by another paladin. Good. Let the druid do druid things, please, this kind of bullshit is literally her job.

Lisandro continues to be glad he invited a druid. He can’t stand wretched mid-dungeon moral dilemmas like ‘leave the sentient undead animal intact because the lich surrendered and that presumably applies to her minions, or destroy it because necromancy is slavery+torture so it is mercy to end an undead as quickly as possible’. It helps, having a specialist to take the problem away.  

While the main team gathers for the teleport, he gives the team that’s staying a look of respect. Depending on how much dungeon clearing they do before riding back to Westcrown, he expects one or two of them might earn a new circle.

Teleport.

The druid doesn't take the teleport, even with her undead prisoner. Part of her investigations are going to be based in the lich lair, and, well. It's admittedly very useful, to have a former minion of the lich to assist in disarming the lair's traps.

Even with the help, it'll be a long night for everyone here.

With the sudden and peaceful end to the encounter, their plans change a bit. The grapplers are all going back to Westcrown immediately, as they're in the bag with the lich; then there are three spots for a teleport back to Westcrown tonight. Ardiaca, as the other teleporter, will stay to cast it in the morning; there's a quick discussion of who else to take. This isn't Felip's first dungeon, and at this point in his life he has more experience roughing it than sleeping in fancy manors, and so he volunteers to stay, letting the archdukes and the other Menadorian teleport back with the wizard.

They put out the smoking poison censers, they set elementals to widening some tunnels (even with their Dimension Door, it might be convenient to be able to walk out, and the additional ventilation might help), and they start cataloging what they can find.

The first thing they find is a whole pile of pamplets, Badgers and otherwise. 

There is a also a cyclopean skull- in both senses of the word. 

While Voshrelka interviews the badger, they handle the non-awakened ones and finish looting. Joan-Pau Dimension Doors several to the surface, where they make a quick camp. Feliu and Felip stay to watch over Voshrelka for a bit, and then climb out through the widened tunnel. He sleeps soundly and wakes early.

In the morning, he feels the reservoir of magic inside him has deepened, and at the bottom is a new spell he can cast. He's not versed in magical theory, at all, and so only has hints as to what it will do; he can only cast it on himself, and it lasts for a long time. He sits up in his bedroll and casts it.

He feels... more adult? And like he can twist his body to rotate, in a direction he doesn't know how to describe.

One twist, and he's young again, alive with a vigor that he hasn't felt in decades.

Another twist, and he's old, feeling the weight of the years on both body and mind.

He recognizes this spell. His grandfather had it, but his father never mastered it. Supposedly it was how their title originated; why their ducal coronet only enhances Splendor, when every mental attribute is useful to a ruler. He wasn't sure he would ever get it, but is exceedingly glad that it came while he can use it at the convention.

But on the road, better to be an adult than an elder. He quickly gears up and prepares for the teleport to Westcrown.

Voshrelka will need some more time out here, to hang her spells, and then another hour to cast one of them. She won't be needing the teleport, though she understands if they don't trust her alone with her prisoner. Up to them how they handle it.

They decide to leave the druid to her druidic arts and not wait up. This is fine by her.

Once she's done, she flies back to Westcrown on her own power. From this far out, she can even manage to pencil in her daily Plant Growths; it's not that much more of a flight. Since she's already out here, she might as well. Besides, there might be another lich hunt tonight or something, civilization keeps surprising her with its twists and turns. Best to have her business sorted out in advance. Just in case.