"Oh, yeah, I'm familiar with the type. Twisting temples full of traps for the clever, and a reward at the center that either is also a trap and kills you or is also a trap but if it doesn't kill you you get initiated into a magic cult or is actually a reward except now you get the honor of fighting the cult leader or someone just thought wills were boring so left their inheritance at the center of a death maze. Fortunately usually the cults are defunct by now..."

"Though the boundaries of 'undetectable' are probably really different with the Force, and you're being selective out of a massive pool of people... And we probably have more death trap inheritance tombs, those were a thing in one culture for a bit."

Amazingly enough death trap mazes aren't always the Sith or even dark siders - there are a lot of Force traditions and some of them are very, very far removed from anything she trained in.

"I'm fairly unlikely to be harmed by the floor suddenly turning into a pit of spikes, though, so it might be smart for me to take point."

Jojo steps back, allowing her to take the lead. "I'm probably the best suited after you," he muses, "so in theory we might want to put me second... but maybe we want me in back, actually, in case someone tries to sneak up on us?"

"Not unlikely, with drow around," Garrus says.

"That makes sense, yeah. I'll try to keep a general awareness of my surroundings, too, but - we should all be cautious."

Get their marching order settled - Garrus and Deekin in the middle, it sounds like - and then through the western exit?

Indeed.

They exit into a massive, cavernous chamber - the ceilings are arched, and there's a lake of lava taking up most of the space. In the center of the lake floats a little island, and in the center of the island is recessed a spiral staircase. There's a bridge to the island, blocked by four rows of colorful glowing pillars, and there are four levers before the bridge, each with a slot in the center for some kind of rod. Exits to the chamber lie to the north and south.

Anakin may be able to feel something strange about the air above the lava, like it's... empty of something that's been present everywhere else in this world?

"Okay, so, the air above the lava - I think maybe just the lava - feels. Empty. I think it's blocking my magic senses, plausibly would also block my other abilities."

"I might be able to - I guess activate the levers? Is finding the rods the puzzle here? With telekinesis, but I'm unsure if that's trapped to stop you from doing it."

"I should also be able to jump across the lava even if my powers cut out mid-jump - the only use of them's when I'm launching - but it'd be harder for me to carry anyone with me."

"I would be not even slightly surprised if there's some kind of - nonmagical arrow trap in the antimagic field to stop someone from doing exactly that. Halaster gets pissy when people try to bypass his puzzles."

He crouches to examine the levers. "It looks like these aren't strictly speaking mechanical - I'm detecting some magic coming off them, mostly transmutation and abjuration but a little bit of divination too. And the interior is completely hollow."

"So probably not trivially by-passable - or at least not more easily by-passed than playing along would be."

"If you think he'll be fair about the implied puzzle, then - I think I do favor trying to collect the rods."

"Puzzles usually fair," Deekin nods. "Not unheard of to have puzzle with - layers, like, find secret door but have trap in secret room? Or big mean trapped chest with no treasure in it? But usually not - 'haha, you collect rods and now I Big Wizard Guy Halaster kill you'."

"Eh, additional puzzle layers still sounds fair to me."

"So... Probably we'll have to go both north and south, but..." Does she feel better about one or the other?

The north feels a bit more promising!

She relays that, though it's not very certain.

"It's not as if we've got anything more certain. Frankly I'd go based on a gut feeling even if you didn't have alien divination powers."

She snorts. "Other option's a coin flip, so."

Northward, then.

They advance through the halls, which are mostly empty. Some of the chambers they pass by have the sounds of combat - shouts of "Death to the small folk!" and "Die, giantkin!" ring out between the sounds of weapons on flesh.

She stops at the first one, peeking inside it.

A humanoid standing about twelve feet tall is currently in the process of clubbing a humanoid with avian wings and talons to death, while tiny sparkling humanoids stab him with equally tiny knives. His movements are slow and clumsy, and growing slower as poison spreads through his system, but his target is unlikely to survive long enough for the poison to disable him.

What is with this place.

Everyone: yank in different directions! Club and knives: yank to the ceiling! Fuck Force healing is not her specialty - shout, "Hey, leave off!" - push an emotional reinforcement of 'do not fuck with me' -

Everyone in the room is yanked apart! When she commands them, they stare at her; the giant sits heavily on the floor, after a moment, and the others follow suit, the tiny ones fluttering to the ground.

Jojo whispers, "If we're going to question them, would you like me to heal that harpy? For goodwill's sake."

"Yes please," she whispers back.

Then, to the group: "Okay, what's going on here?"

Jojo goes over to the "harpy", and touches her with one glowing hand. Her wounds heal, and there's a crackling sound as several bones re-set. Before she can wake up, he darts back over to stand beside Anakin.

The giant speaks, slurring as if his tongue is too big for his mouth. "Small ones... try to take over dungeon layer. We ogres too. Thought it would be easy. But small ones tricky. Poison, and magics, and... dead things. They not fight good, but they kill many ogres."

"Vile thing," one of the small creatures spits.

"Stupid thing," the other titters.

"Our Queen deserves to rule."

"And with Halaster gone, she'll not be stopped."

"Uh huh."

"Who are the leaders of the ogres and the - small ones?"

"Olgin Hasterean rules the ogres," the ogre says.

The small ones spit on the ground. "The Queen has no name that we will give you," says one.

"She is the Queen of the Fey in Undermountain."

"Alright."

"I don't like war. It's pointless, bad for everyone, and disruptive, and I have things I'm trying to accomplish. Off the top of your heads, is there any accord your leaders could come to that they would both be satisfied with?"

"Small ones could say Olgin is their king," the ogre says.

The fey spit again. "And you brutes could feed yourselves to the dragon."

"If their king swore fealty to our Queen," the other says, "we would be satisfied. But obviously we're at an impasse."