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Nodding as if in compliance to the mimic’s statement, Qayan continues.

“Excellent. It’s a fairly simple plan really. Succinctly: we lead our foe to you, you grapple it, and we in turn shall dispatch it with all of our concentrated effort. Adhering to the plan, you will have the element of surprise on your side as well – which, of course, you would doubtless prefer. You can form yourself into other shapes, can you not? Can you manage a stout portcullis? Perhaps a heavy stone archway? Eh?” The tiefling nods and wags a black-nailed finger. “We are all well on our way to significant gain here, good chest. And with your strength we are certain to succeed.”

When the group finally arrives at the dome chamber closest to the northern-most halls, Qayan turns to address the mimic once again.

“Listen. I wont have you tagging-along, only to decide that it doesn’t suit you to help us in the end. You wont be getting out of here at all if we’re all dead. Only if we work together will we succeed. I need a commitment from you. You are no more at risk than any of us. We are each capitalizing on our strengths: you, with your ability to camouflage and bind our foe, and we, with our superior numbers, tactics, and weaponry. We each risk much – together we succeed, individually we will fail. Either way, if you would like to stay down here and rot hoping for a rat or two to scamper by over the course of several months, then so be it. Starvation would not be my first choice when it came to living out the rest of my days – but to each their own …

“Consider what we offer you: an honored agreement to relocate you to ample hunting grounds, and numerous allies to stand with you against a foe that keeps you from that very desired place. I doubt you will get a better deal from anyone else down here for some time to come.

“When the battle is joined, we must know that we can count on you. How will you prove your commitment to us, good chest? I would hear you."

Qayan considers for a moment the chest’s words. “Alright. Fair enough. I think I understand your viewpoint now.

“Worry not, good chest. We are not about to let you do all the fighting. We – all of us – have a lot at stake here as you have surmised, and we are not about to pull any punches. We will be at your side, with spell, sword, and bow in order to dispatch this enemy. Just … well … when you get a hold of it – don’t let it go.” Qayan grins disarmingly.

“Now, the plan is to lead the creature into this chamber … you will be disguised as a stone arch or whatever you feel is best here, near the portcullis. You will allow it to enter the chamber, hot on my heels. I will evade it and close the portcullis. Our allies will then launch their attack thru the gate. When it realizes it is trapped, it will seek to rip the gate from its hinges in order to rend the obvious aggressors beyond it. That is where you must strike, and bind our foe. I will then raise the gate and we will rush forward and dispatch the bound beast with all of our concentrated effort.”

Without turning, the tiefling smiles to the chest and says aloud: “Lady Zanas, would you please rig a mechanism to manipulate the portcullis switch? Perhaps you have a pole or something with a grip on the end to serve? Thank you. I have some rope here if you require it for lashing.”

And so, the preparation begins…