Belmarniss can now sorta muddle along in the local common thanks to aggressive use of comprehend languages to hand-translate books after roping a local into teaching her the alphabet. Also she hates teleport traps with every fiber of her being. Also she has figured out at this point that she somehow leveled in sorcerer instead of wizard during the business with the pirates and has no idea why that happened or whether it will happen again. And she has sold this stupid arrowhead to two different curio shops and given up as it seems to be cursed. And she just needs to keep doing what she does, she guesses, till she can teleport herself home. The Yawning Portal is a nicely ironic name.
They come up into the middle of a grand chamber, clearly a throne room. This place has none of the thick cobwebbing of the rest of the palace; there's dust on the floor, more than might be expected from somewhere that was abandoned only a few weeks ago, but it's otherwise pristine.
A golden mirror frame lies on the floor, completely clean of the dust.
Belmarniss scoops it up. "Wanna stuff this in the bag of holding, it's a little awkward."
Before her companions can respond, Belmarniss experiences the distinctive sensation of being fatally stabbed.
"Greetings, Belmarniss," says the Reaper.
"Godsdammit. Not that it's not nice to see you."
"No matter how fond you may be of my company, I understand the desire to see me as infrequently as possible," the Reaper says, with a hint of a smile.
"Any exciting news since I was last here?"
"Nothing particularly exciting. You may be interested to know that you are currently in the company of five Lolth-worshippers, all chaotic evil, in addition to your usual traveling companions."
"I'm very interested to know that, thanks! I guess they levitated in or just happen to have a talent for collecting and then neatly spreading dust around."
The Reaper inclines his head. "Many things are possible."
"...you know what, I bet that's an application of Prestidigitation if you're good at it. I should practice that sometime."
The Reaper shrugs. "Shall I send you back to deal with your adversaries, or would you rather recuperate here?"
"Can I try the Prestidigitation thing or will that not work here?"
"I see no reason it would not."
Belmarniss practices dusting the floor - it's at least slightly tricky to get it even, so she only has to feel a little dumb for not being aware of the possible deception - and then she is ready to go back and counterattack.
Upon her return her would-be assassin, now visible, looks very surprised that stabbing didn't work. "What kind of -"
"That's for me to know and you to Diamond Spray," replies Belmarniss. "Guys, there's five all told -"
The point-blank blast of razor-sharp shards shreds her assailant quite efficiently.
Deekin tosses out a Glitterdust, outlining the forms of four more assassins and eliciting a cry of pain from one as the sparks get in her eyes.
Jojo surges forward and starts beating the merry hell out of them.
Between him and Garrus, and this crop of assassins not having much in the way of frontline fighters, they make short work of them.
"...I don't see the one from the cave," Garrus notes.
"Reaper told me there were five here, so she's not hiding under the floorboards."
"Damn. Well, let's hope that wizard's gotten his Sendings ready."
"Anybody think they'd have trapped the mirror while they were at it?"
"Trapped how? Like Explosive Runes?"
"Or contact poison or something, people are all kindsa creative. While I was dead I practiced the dust trick, though they might've done something else besides what I thought up."