And the darkness fades away. The false facade did as well, but she didn't notice. As expected.

"I have nothing for a ghoul's touch except patience. If whatever struck Tomas is longer lasting than that, we may need to wait and rely on Yanor for a solution."

Tomas unfreezes within thirty seconds. He stumbles for a moment. "Paralysis rays. That could have gone much worse. We're fortunate they were quite weak."

"It certainly could have! Slitting a throat with those claws might leave them open to retaliation, but that is little comfort to the dead. I wonder what happened to the fourth. We may wish to take one back with us if we have the space. I haven't heard of this style of construct in the past, and these were small and relatively fragile. If they are as easy to construct as their scale would suggest, the chance to reconstruct the recipe would be valuable to the right buyer. I do not know that the remains are worth their weight in gold, but it is possible."

"We can collect one when we reverse course. If we end up with too many very heavy objects, we might have to make multiple trips."

"It's a good sign we're having that problem."

"Indeed. The advantage of paralysis rays is that when we shake them off, they leave minimal trace, so I believe we are all unharmed? Onwards once Tomas has checked for any secret doors, in that case."

Tomas leads them down the hallway and around a corner.

An incredibly realistically rendered mural decorates an alcove here. The painting depicts a grand assembly hall thronged with hundreds of adoring spectators focused on a beautiful woman who stands upon on a dais, arms outstretched as she addresses those gathered. Behind her, several nude men and women are chained between upright pillars.

He holds out a hand. "Trap! The floor is trapped."

"Can you disable it?" Detect Magic. Are there any potential magical triggers for the trap?

Tomas crouches down next to the wall and pulls a panel off. He spends perhaps half a minute fiddling with a bizarre mechanical contraption. "It should be disabled now."

"Thank you kindly."

Anything on Detect Magic?

The trap is not magical. The long hallway ahead of them doesn't have anything more unusual than is typical here.

"If there are more magical traps, they are appropriately obscured. Onwards, then, checking for secret doors as we go?" Tomas appears to be doing that, but it's still worth mentioning in case any of the others spot something he doesn't. (In theory she might, but she has very little idea what to look for.)

Tomas leads them across the trapped floor and down the long hallway. He opens the door at the end. It's unlocked.

A pair of columns carved to resemble a beautiful woman flank a fifteen-foot-wide alcove in the west wall of this forty-footlong hall. A mural of the same woman standing atop a towering pyramid is painted on the wall of the alcove.

A winged demon leaps to his feet when the door opens.

Demon. Spell resistant, again. Delightful.

Burst of Radiance. It might stick, and it would help if it did. Dazzling Blade, on Tomas's weapon, for when it doesn't.

The burst of radiance dissolves harmlessly against the demon's spell resistant skin.

"Incubus!" Tomas runs at the demon and draws his cold iron backup rapier. He plunges it into the demon's side.

Julen runs at the demon and draws his set of cold iron backup shortswords. He cuts a wound open in the demon's leg.

The demon yells something in Abyssal and cuts Julen open. That looks like it hurt.

Yanor sends his enchanted glare at the demon. He falls asleep.

The wide double doors at the end of the hall swing open. Another incubus flies forward into the room.

This one can have the shadow spell, to lock it in place while they finish off the previous one. And over to Tomas and another Dazzling Blade to hopefully blind it.