"I see. Command me, then, Sojourner."

The Reaper's voice is quiet, serious, and not without trepidation.

"Are you allowed to tell me what you want me to say or do I have to guess?"

"You could command me to do many things, and I do not know which might appeal to you, and there are more than a few I am not permitted to say. You could command me to return you to Toril, and I expect you will. You could command me to allow petitioners free travel through the planes, and I would have to comply until the gods noticed and destroyed me. You could command me to use my realm and my powers to rescue lost travelers. I do not know what you want, Belmarniss."

"I mean I basically don't go in for slavery which is why I was looking for suggestions."

"True freedom is yet forbidden to me. And I do not believe you are yet powerful enough to defy the greatest of the gods. So... until then, I would appreciate if you rescinded Mephistopheles' hold on my being, and then commanded me to return you and your companions to Toril, to bypass the restrictions intended to prevent this."

"Anything else while I'm at it? Should we play the spelling game about it?"

"No, though it was a pleasure the first time."

"Okay - do you happen to know precisely how I rescind Mephistopholes's hold on your being or should I just try stuff?"

"You can simply say 'I rescind Mephistopheles' hold over you'. And - in order to invoke a True Name, it must be spoken aloud."

"Okay. Uh, learning mine was fairly uncomfortable, which doesn't really do the experience justice but so you're not blindsided.

Hecugoth the Abandoned, I rescind Mephistopholes's hold over you."

He sighs in relief.

"Thank you, Belmarniss. I am in your debt."

"Anytime. Please return me and my companions to Toril."

He inclines his head, and a freestanding portal materializes in front of her.

"There is no guarantee that we will ever see each other again," he says. "While you are here, I wished to say... you have been the first truly worthy master I have had since the one who created me. I have the highest hopes for you."

"Thank you. And I hope I can get you well clear one day."

Out she goes.

Her companions follow.

They come out in the common room of the Yawning Portal Inn, where Mephistopheles is fighting Durnan, the old innkeeper. Durnan's not going down easily, but he's not as young as he once was, and he's losing ground.

Mephistopheles turns his head to look at the party as they come through the more literal portal. "Oh, come now," he growls, catching Durnan's blade between the prongs of his ranseur. "This is a bloody farce."

"You guaranteed that when you diddled the legal system, sometimes if you do that a baby farce will show up." Would he like some of her fancy new sorcerer spells to the face? The wizard ones she has not yet had time to embooken but the sorcerer ones are handy right now!

A hail of stormbolts blast into Mephistopheles. He screams in rage and pain, and teleports behind Belmarniss -

- where Jojo slams a glowing palm into his chest. "We have unfinished business," he says pleasantly as the devil coughs.

Garrus has so many arrows to shoot at this asshole. It's truly incredible.

And Deekin is fluttering around, singing a song that makes those arrows sink deep into his flesh, rather than plinking away.

She spins around, relying on her anklet to keep her upright, and lays into him some more, ready to bust the name out if it looks like things are taking a bad turn.

He manages to impale Jojo pretty thoroughly a couple of times, and fill the room with hellfire a couple more, but Jojo and Deekin are actually very good at not letting people die, when they themselves haven't died immediately, which they don't seem inclined to allow to happen today.

When things start looking bad, he tries to teleport out. "I'm terribly sorry, but I'm afraid I have another -"

"Thra'axfyl the Ambitious, you will face us."

The archdevil looks as if he might vomit. "Where did you learn that name."

"Die screaming," Garrus suggests, with another volley of arrows.