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.
Belmarniss preps spells and writes a bit but does come up with Hagan-esque funny stories for all the skeletons.
And eventually everybody else wakes up, and her watch is over.
"Want to tell me about your friend while we re-kill the rest of these Sleeping Kings?" Garrus asks while everybody gets ready. "Or we can just trade the stories we made up about them."
"Ranger, the shooty kind. Doesn't talk about his family or where he's from but will make up amusing lies on demand."
"Huh, that's fun. I've known a lot of people who won't talk about their families but most of them aren't generous enough to lie amusingly about it instead of just clamming up."
"Friend have name?" Deekin asks, jotting down a quick note in between pulling his boots on.
"Hagan. I joined up with his whole party for a couple adventures, there was a cleric of a god called Abadar, Fazil, and another wizard, Mahdi."
In that case Jojo will go and aggro the next skeleton in sequence, Lady Fensor. She has a slightly impractical-looking orc double axe, but she doesn't get to use it, because as soon as the monk's fist touches her skull, she collapses into a clattering heap.
"Oh, excellent," he says. "I've been hitting them all with Disruption, but she's the first to actually succumb to the effect."
(If someone was looking fairly closely, they might notice that one of the bones looked different than the others. Whiter, for one thing, and with slightly beveled ends.)
"Is there something weird about - that one, I can't tell if it's an arm or a rib or what, it's shaped funny -"
Jojo sifts through and picks up what turns out not to be a bone at all, but a shining white rod, of indeterminate composition but obvious significance.
"Good catch. It looks like it might fit into one of those levers from earlier, doesn't it? I think we're keeping this."
"Hell of a place to hide one, I wonder if the swap would've impaired her if she'd had a chance to demonstrate."
They advance through the territories of Revisionist Balorthon, King Bolon (Krolon's descendant, or so Deekin informs them), and the withered corpse, identified as "the Vivisectionist", without any significant casualties, although the Vivisectionist hurls a dart that lodges in Deekin's upper arm, forcing Jojo to heal him before they exit the Hall.
"Sweet, sweet freedom! The taste of fresh air!" Enserric says joyously. "Relatively speaking, of course, on both counts."
“I truly cannot thank you enough.”
From here, they could return to the central chamber, or continue further north on the assumption that one rod will not be enough to solve the diabolical lever puzzle.
The others agree, bar Garrus who wanted to see how the rod interfaces with the puzzle. He’s a gracious loser, though.
They don’t get much farther in before they come to another door; this one is labeled HALL OF MIRRORS. “Don’t love the sound of that,” Garrus comments.
“Deekin think that distinct possibility,” Deekin says. “Also potentially mirror of madness, mirror of sucks you into crazy alternate world, mirror of you see treasure and can take treasure out of mirror.”
"Oh boy, a crazy alternate world, my ticket home. I kind of think the concept of alignment is bullshit so I'm really curious what an 'evil me' would be like, but if there's no reason we need to be in there, and there might not be, it's not like our evil selves are already a menace that must be destroyed. Also don't care for mirrors of madness."
“I agree,” Jojo says. “I find the concept of an evil version of myself quite unsettling, and would prefer not to unleash such evil on the world.”
“Does sound like the kind of place Halaster might put one of those rods, though,” Garrus contributes.
"Swing back this way if we don't find them all dealing with preexisting enemies?"