Brrrr. She hits him with an Admonishing Ray, she has a bunch of that and they can always slit his throat if they need him dead in particular.

It strikes the ogre mage cleanly in the torso, leaving an angry purple bruise.

Garrus nocks several arrows in quick succession, and with such a generous target, sinks each one into his opponent's chest.

Jojo strikes several times, wincing at the heat, but the glow around his fists doesn't seem to be doing anything. He looks surprised, but doesn't let up.

The ogre mage roars with fury and casts a fireball at the center of his foes' territory; the warding tables catch fire, though they don't let the blast through.

She backs up from her table a bit, hits him with another Ray.

And Deekin stabs him in the torso -

and the ogre sucks in a deep breath, and coughs wetly, and says, "Truce! Truce! I beg your mercy and implore you for a truce!"

"Talk real fast."

He coughs again. "I- yes, I'm obviously no match for you, my good friends. But we are all civilized creatures here, there's no need to kill me. You defeated me in good cavalier fashion, so what would you have me do?"

"You got one of these?" Belmarniss holds up the rod from the skeleton.

"Oh! Yes, it was given to me by Halaster shortly before his disappearance." He fishes around in a belt pouch, and offers over a blue rod, which looks like a matchstick in his enormous hand.

"Toss it over. What's Halaster's deal?"

He tosses the rod gently. "Well, he was the mad king of Undermountain, as I'm sure you know, but as of about three weeks ago he vanished without a trace, along with the magics controlling the monsters - myself included - within the dungeon. And the magics that occasionally caused the dungeon itself to shift; the place has been solid as a rock, lately. Needless to say I decided to capitalize on the opportunity, and began to recruit some followers and spread my influence through this level of the dungeon. Apparently, however, the Faerie Queen to the south had similar ambitions, and our minions clashed in the middle."

"Huh. Can you tell us about her and hers?"

"I don't know terribly much about her, only that she was once a pixie but that for some reason she's now the size of one of you. Oh, and that her minions are vicious little creatures - I didn't even know grigs could learn necromancy, but they've taken to it like ducks to water. Perhaps the lack of plant life has driven them to madness. She's also got a handful of harpies on her side, but they're easy enough to crush."

"Know anything about the hall of mirrors?"

"It's a hall of enchanted mirrors - most of them are full of treasure, but one is a Mirror of Opposition, and if you look into it your reflection will come to life and try to kill you. Inconveniently, I have reason to believe it's the hiding place of one of the other rods. -but before you ask, I don't know about the fourth or fifth, I just know that Halaster has a particular fondness for the Hall of Mirrors and he'd hate to neglect it."

"Any idea what motivates the reflections?"

He laughs, then starts coughing again. "I'm not a philosopher, I just live here. I know they've got everything you have, from spellcasting to equipment to memories, and they want you dead."

"Huh. Anything else we might want to know?"

"Hrmm... there's a cache of gold and gemstones in my desk, which I've been collecting for no particular reason except general magpie instinct. You're welcome to it, as long as you continue not to kill me; theoretically you could kill me and take it anyway but it'd be terribly rude. Other than that, I can't really think of anything."

"How do we feel about not being terribly rude, gang?"

"He did surrender," Jojo points out. "I'm inclined not to break my sacred vows."

"Paladins," Enserric says with an audible roll of his nonexistent eyes.

"It wasn't all that much trouble to take him down in the first place," Garrus points out. "I don't see much problem with letting him walk, on the understanding that if he hassles us any more we won't make the same mistake again."

"We will be ever so polite and if you don't need your loot we can absorb it."

"Not much use for gold as a full-time denizen of Undermountain," the ogre mage points out. "I'm glad it'll go to such honorable persons. And I swear on my honor that I won't harass you any further."