"Keep lawful evil busy being lawful."

"Throw them at demons--"

"Man, Lawful Evil's worse. If they're Chaotic Evil on purpose at least the government might execute them."

"And, you know, not end up in the government."

"That's why all decisions should be entrusted to a small team of murderous hobos."

She laughs. "It'll be a change, at least."

"So, what brings a pretty girl like you into a monster-haunted wasteland like this?"

"Running from a monster hunter onto a crashing mind flayer ship. It's been an exciting two days, I'll tell you that."

"Me too." He gives a quick recap of his past few days. "Cool to meet someone else who's not from here."

"I mean, this is close to home? But it's been ten years." She breathes deep, like she's just remembered 'forest' smells different from 'Hell.' "It's good to be back."

"Nothing like the open road," Cayden agrees.

Time to set up camp?

It's getting dark, and they're still a decent distance from the goblin camp. Time to set up camp.

Shadowheart and Gale set about sorting their rations into something that can be constructed into a meal. 

Astarion, Karlach and Lae'zel set up tents. (Astarion does this under protest.)

Wyll sets up the fire.

He arranges the wood, and tries to come up with the least threatening to say to Astarion I'm not an idiot, but I know there are innocent spawn, and what I care about is your teeth pointing in the right direction--

As he lights the kindling, he tries to think of some way to apologise to Karlach.

He tries not to think about what's inevitably going to happen now he's kept her head attached to her neck.

The fire burns.

The smoke swirls. Turns sulphurous.

A cambion steps out of the fire. "My, my, Wyll, you have been naughty. And you know what happens when you're naughty."

"Dare I hope that this is a sadomasochistic game that is inappropriately occurring in the center of our camp?"

"Oh, if it were only something so trivial. I am Wyll's patron, the fount of his power. My pet has been unruly, and his leash needs a yank--" She jerks her hand back.

There's nothing visible, but Wyll is pulled forward.

His hands scrabble at his neck, and his voice is choked. "Damn you,  you said devils only--"

"If you didn't want the heartless as a valid target, you should have amended that clause when you signed."

FINALLY a situation best resolvable with stabbing.

He really does not have the ability to move enough to catch Cayden, but he has try. "Don't--!"

She sounds amused. "You can, but I wouldn't recommend it. Depends on how you feel about him. Section 11, subsection 9: The recipient may not injure, maim, kill, or otherwise attempt to harm the patron. The recipient's soul falls under the sole ownership of the patron if such an attempt is made. Subsection 10: the above criteria apply to the recipient's allies."

A situation not best resolvable with stabbing. :(

He decides he probably can't win an argument with a devil about whether Wyll is travelling adjacent to him, and anyway he kept letting Wyll vote. He continues to brandish the sword in the hopes that stabbing will soon become a better solution. 

"Leave him alone."

"Now, Wyll, I'm hoping you do remember what the clauses about 'failure to perform' involve, hmm?"

She waves her hand.

A ring of fire surrounds Wyll, growing to a wall in an instant.

Cayden can feel it through the tadpole-- the fires of Avernus, the ice storms of Dis, all the torments of the Hells compressed to a single moment--

It's over as soon as it started.

Wyll is collapsed against the ground, now with two ram's horns and a forked tail.