"My contract allows plenty of leeway. I don't even give Dredmor the gold or items. I just run my shop my way. Technically, I can do what I want with my gold and items, as long as I run an open shop with things to sell. It doesn't even matter what those items are. One should never try to out loophole a demon. But, I have another customer at one of my other shops, if you will excuse me." He disappears.
"That's a pretty fancy axe you got there Torma. It'll be fun to see what you can do with it." Hort goes to stand in the doorway "Let's get going yeah?"
Berz follows, taking a moment to scrape some brownish murk off of the dungeon wall and mock up some Ancestral Body Paint-ish out of it. "God-da look the part, right? RrrrRRrrrr..." Berz seems to be nearly on the verge of legitimately smiling. Nearly.
You are now standing in front of some stairs. It is a narrow hallway, with a door to the east just before the stairs.
Torma joins in and moves away quickly from where he appears, not wanting to know what happens if someone were to appear at the same place. Glancing around he recognizes the area (( He does, right ? )) " Hey, looks like that place where I was having fun beating up diggles. Good times."
"Watch your step now. Let's see what's on the second floor." Hort searches (+13) as she descends down the stairs.
Berz sticks with Commando. "And...I gotta watch his back. You never know, one time I saw a treasure chest eat a dude. One of these stairs could be a bad guy in disguise."
"I'm here and ready, who we waiting for then? Ah yes, of course, the cleric. How could I forget him? I can't imagine a valid reason."
