((Alright, we can be out of combat now.))
"Ah, your toy soldier seems to have shorted himself out," Baphomet says, mildly disappointed. "More's the pity. Now about these souls..."
Baphomet is interrupted when a nude woman with a perfectly proportioned body enters the room. Her hair is long, wild, and black, and she exudes an aura of evil. "My Lord," she says, surveying the scene. "I heard the commotion in the guards' quarters. Are you in need of assistance? Shall I dispose of these wretches for you?"
Baphomet shakes his head. "Calm yourself, Malcaneth, and join me. You may be able to shed some light on this situation." He waves his hand, and a second throne grows out of the floor, next to his; the woman jumps gracefully across the room and lands in a seated position.
Baphomet continues. "It appears that someone in the Ivory Labyrinth is stealing souls from the Raven Queen," he explains, then addresses the party once more. "I must admit that I focus the majority of my efforts on plotting out the assault on the Nine Hells; I entrust Malcaneth, my most loyal and trusted concubine, to handle domestic affairs. Perhaps she can shed some light on this situation."
Malcaneth scrutinizes each member of the party for a while before saying anything. "....Perhaps I may be able to help you," she teases. "If you can convince me that you are worth my time. I warn you, I can be very.... difficult.... to please." A wicked grin flashes across her face.
Baphomet once again smiles and sits back to relax in his throne. He shrinks back to his mild-mannered, wingless, six-foot-tall appearance, and his glaive disappears.
((I'm also pausing here to let people catch up. I don't want to move too far ahead past the combat, when some of us are still sort of in the middle of it))