And as a necromancer, it's firmly been slotted into the same bucket as Cryptids in her world view, which means: Confirm the kill.

Tamamo is Chaotic. As a goddess, she runs largely on whim and amusement. And watching one of her blorbos get enrichment in a new environment is pretty captivating.

Hehe. The rules are a little different here. You beat something which posed an actual threat, sort of. Which means I can-

-boop!

You won't notice anything right away tho <3

Yeah, he's definitely dead now.

Behind her, the horse goes for another chomp, but that's easily fended off with her tail. In the pillared room, a few good sword-blows have destroyed the zombie, but that has also released its putrid corpse-gases, provoking coughs and swearing from the rest of the party. 

The remaining derros choose not to reveal themselves at this point. 

Smash the skellie. Respectfully, as much as that is even possible. Back to help the rest of the party. Though she doesn't have much of a way to deal with nasty gas unless she wants to break out the scroll of Repel Filth, and it's more for cleaning oneself anyway...

"Caster's down. At least one more derro alerted, it was going for the otyugh last I checked."

The stink has mostly dispersed by the time she's made short work of the skeletal horse, they're close enough to the surface for some ventilation. 

"From the layout you showed, we could maybe bottle them up if we hurried, turn those chokepoints against them. Otyughs can squeeze through smaller gaps than you'd expect but they can't fight well while they're doing it," Orianna says. "They didn't have the chance to tell the jailor anything so the captives should be safe for now. We could rush the pits instead, but I don't think we can keep all of them alive if we have to fight our way out."

Caron is about to speak, recalling what the Abadarians mentioned of her own rescue, then makes eye contact with Weiss and closes her mouth. It's not her ability to reveal. 

Before the headband she might not have picked up on this. She hmms to cover a whisper to Caron, "If it's necessary. Expensive."

She finds her wand and whaps it with her tail.

"Last otyugh I fought, I convinced to retreat. Same thing would be great."

She nods. Needing to preserve resources in a crisis she can understand.

Ignorant of the exchange, Oriana takes that as tacit agreement with her plan. "Tish-arue, take that wider straight branch with your eyes and sword to see them coming. Caron, back her up, but you focus on this hidey-hole and yell if there's trouble, they've got the numbers to try flanking. Vavana, frisk the caster, then stick close to me and hit the otyugh with acid if it joins the fight. Weiss, through to the stirge room, I'll cover your approach then you look out for me while I turn those tables to barricades. Got it?"

The party gets moving. 

"That was a sewer-otyugh, no? They have a comfortable lair to return to from the surface. This otyugh is lairing here and has a deal with the derros for carrion, it will be harder to shake their cooperation," Vavana says quietly on the way to the necromancer's body.

"S'pose so. Wish I hadn't had to use that wand charge but I don't exactly regret it... It's just one of my favorite spells and I don't think I can get another 'round here."

"I've studied the rudiments of wand-making. Perhaps with time I could manage a replacement," she says, crouching down to lift the folds of the dead derro's robes with a dagger and a look of disgust. 

"Oi, ugly!" Oriana calls as she reaches the stirge room. "You stay right there in your midden, we've got lots of swords and spells so don't stick out any tentacles that you're attached to!"

There is a low burbling grumble from the cesspool down the tunnel in reply. She gets to work stabbing the bloated stirges and then heaving the heavy wooden tables into position as cover against the tunnels the remaining derro can be found down. Those derro are staying concealed and not venturing out for now. 

She starts spooling out her remote-viewing-illusion a bit again, into the neighboring areas and over the Tisharue and Caron at least. Can't relax quite yet.

"The heck are those anyway, besides presumably nasty in some way?"

"Stirges, like mosquitos but bigger and stupider, they'll drink their prey to death. Usually they're only a problem for shepherds out in the sticks, they love herds of cattle or sheep that can't fight back, but you get nests of them in the Shingles sometimes that go for kids."

The illusory map reveals that the derro are working on a getaway, two of them widening a crank in the far corner into more of a usable tunnel while the other pair keep watch for attack, ready to duck into hiding-places they've prepared. It looks like avenging their presumed leader is a lower priority.

"Oh, looks like they're fleeing. The mission was the necromancer, right?"

"Yeah, a few derro on the loose aren't gonna spread like ghouls can."

"Same way back home. Ambient nasties aren't worth chasing down most of the time."

Them being intelligent, if insane, does add a new layer of disquiet.

"Okay, you saw the rest of the complex. How do you feel about clearing it out with Vavana while we make sure they don't change their minds? Or do you rather we wait until they've made themselves scarce, block up their exit, and stick together?"

"So, there's the otyugh still, and one more monstrosity trapped in the lab, and a warden- Slow is smooth, smooth is fast. Let's let them get away."