They travel deeper into the tunnels. Navarro notes another hole in the walls. They find another broken metal seal, but no undead this time.

A few minutes past the ratling's den—

Hideous Laughter.

Navarro spins around. "Spell—"

A tall human man is suddenly behind them. "Better than I expected. You've been looking into things you really shouldn't, Detective Navarro."

Caster, so he's not going to drop to a Color Spray, not unless he gets very unlucky. He can identify an Image if she casts it in front of him, so that won't help. An unprepared caster grabbed by a competent swordsman, though, is nearly helpless, and she has one spell which strikes more at the body than the mind.

Ray of Enfeeblement. "Grab him! He can't cast most spells if he can't move!"

"Who are you?"

Navarro runs forward and tries to grab the man—

In an instant, he blurs out of the way and slices Navarro's side.

"A doctor. You've made quite the mess of my work."

Oriol creates an area of silence that encompasses Reiner's location.

Garril tries to grab the man. He dances out of the way.

Well fine. This is kind of hopeless, but maybe it will work. Can she get a good grab on him?

She can! She surely won't hold him for long, but maybe she can keep him here long enough? Hopefully.

Reiner... cannot escape the grapple. That's shocking. The elf is more skilled than he thought.

She gestures urgently to the people with actual armor on who maybe have some actual grip strength. Can one of them be doing this instead please?

Navarro can slice with a rapier too! Hit.

Oriol tries to grab Renier, but even while grappled by someone else he's slippery.

Garril also fails to grapple Renier.

Yank, tug... Flip him over and tackle him to the ground! Rope! Rope! Rope! She has rope, she can tie him up! Why are these people so incompetent! Augh! Someone please do this for her!

(The shadow pulls at him. It... maybe helps her a bit? Not much.)

Renier tries to say something but the silence blocks it. He struggles against the ropes but can't get out.

Navarro slams his rapier down through the man's neck.

He gasps and gasps and bleeds out on the floor.

She drops him and scrambles out of the Silence. And spends half a minute catching her breath before going to get her rope back.

"Who the fuck was this guy?"

"I don't know! I've never seen him before!"

"Apparently he knew you though!" Detect Magic, once the silence is down. He's not just an average wizard, not with a rapier, but how does his gear look? That should give some hint.

On his corpse is a magic mithral shirt, an unidentifiable rapier, an unidentifiable bottle labeled "elixir of true healing", and an unidentifiable cape. The shirt has a faint abjuration aura and everything has moderate conjuration auras. He also has a backpack, which doesn't appear to be magical.

"The chain is mithril, and it's magic on top of that. The rapier is also magic, and some further enchantment, I can't tell what." A basic magic rapier would be evocation, so this is doing something more than that. "I can't identify the potion or the cape. They're both moderate conjuration. My guess is a Cape of the Mountebank or something of the like, he wouldn't be here if he couldn't teleport out. If the potion is healing, it's at least Cure Critical, but I wouldn't trust any of this without a better set of eyes on it. We need to go back to the office. He must be quite rich to have this much on him. ...must have been quite rich."