His raising anger subsides slightly as you present the wand. He recognizes it and just like the frog, suddenly Yulya's hand feels light, the wand is gone, he has accepted your offering and is reconsidering your disposition.

Yulya looks at her empty hands in despair like a child being robbed of a candy cane.
First the rings and now the wand...

You get confirmation that this is indeed the heart of the mountain and this wizard is very confused as to how you've looted it.

Yulya had hoped Mormesk would overlook the crystal but it was clear something like that would not escape him.
This was retrieved by the Mechatherial Demigoddess herself, she was directly interfering to guide us - no mere mortal like us could have acquired it and you know that well Sir Mormesk!

Being confronted by countless accusations and death threats from an undead, for a moment Yulyas face hardens and all doubt and fear disappears as if her patron gods speak trough her
Sir Mormesk!
There is no such question as a choice! Our quest is to take out Nezzner and so we shall proceed - with or without your demands. You are not our enemy and we have no intention of fighting you. We have no means to do so either in our current state. You may kill us as you wish - but by Eldath and SheShe - I will not accept your questioning of our Righteousness! The Gods are on our side and the place that awaits us in Heaven is truly magnificent. I have seen it Sir Mormesk! Can you say the same? What and whom do you fight for? You care neither about your fellow wizards nor people in general. Except for Sir Daran Edermath your comrades are long dead. And he sent us here to collect orc tongues making no mention of you or a Forge of Spells. You and this entire place are long forgotten by the world. Whatever you guarded is gone. I pray for your undead soul and when the time comes I shall liberate it so you can finally rest. This is all I have to say. Now if you excuse us - we shall no longer waste your precious time! Farewell until we meet again!



Yulya bows and leads her party down the stairs to continue their impossible battle as she slowly returns to her usual self, slowly lurching towards certain doom that lurks in all directions.
Two demigod-level undead watchers and an equally powerful drow elf mage as enemies! Why not ten and a few dragons on top of it? All I wanted to do was live peacefully in my cabin. I did not sign up for any of this! Is this what the gods do to those they favor?

One standard galactic week.



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aa1V2X6PO2M

And nothing will improve if you kill us here!

You get the thought that less looters is always a good thing and perhaps your bodies will make for faithful zombies to fight off future bandit incursions, and that might be adequate compensation for your crimes. The thought crosses his mind that it could be fun trying to turn you into ghouls.

Rothé... Summer

He gives you the sense he doesn't care about Neverwinter affairs at this point. It's just more fodder he's used to dealing with when he's stationed there.

as long as I can keep the ears... Alice again reaches into her mouth and tosses in the signet ring of the noble she ate as an additional offering

You get a negative response from that, you fell like you better keep the ears intact. Though he's somewhat amused by this 'magic trick' of producing treasure from your mouth, he simply accepts the items without a response because at this point either you'll have to receive payment which may include these items or you'll be dead and he'll delight in opening you like a Christmas present to see what else might be inside and rightfully his. They're gone.

Ah and Daran! He knew! You can't tell me he didn't know what was down here and about the Forge of Spells!

That hit a nerve, the wheels in his mind begin to turn.

"Daren..."

He senses the images in your mind but they look off, old, decrepit even and he responds with another.



"This couldn't be the same Daren Edermath, could it?" He brings his bony hand to his chin and searches the minds of all of you, sensing all the interactions and you get images of the hills covered in trees and Daren hiring locals to clear it for an eventual farm, "Has it really been hundreds of years?"

He's lost in thought for a moment his memories of Daren are of a young and haughty adventurer that fought orcs alongside him, collecting their tongues as he went. He chuckles then hardens seeing now how he's aged. "Enough! Tell me of your choice quickly, I have much to do."



At this point, he's either going to kill you outright and take on Nezzer himself or let you try first, perhaps at least softening him up so he can finish him off later. He won't fight along side you as he considers you to be criminals and untrustworthy.

He will close the rifts and the tunnel to the Underdark as well as then begin his investigation as to the disposition of the Forge of Spells and he's quickly running out of patience for pesky looters.

"Oh, and as for this watcher you are wondering about, I have also felt a presence below, in the bowels of the mountain, a presence that has taken over the lower reaches that has attempted to probe my doings from time to time, this may be the watcher you were informed of, whatever he is must be a powerful magic user as well. Dispatch him as you see fit, he's not affecting me currently."

As he's impatiently waiting for your decision. Ashley feels him probe her mind and she fights him, nearly to the point of casting a curse on him with the little MP she has left and you can guess what that's over. You get confirmation that this is indeed the heart of the mountain and this wizard is very confused as to how you've looted it.

Evil Joy bots will infest the internet

Oh, so ther IS additional fine print with my ring...

“But the plans were on display…”
“On display? I eventually had to go down to the cellar to find them.”
“That’s the display department.”
“With a flashlight.”
“Ah, well, the lights had probably gone.”
“So had the stairs.”
“But look, you found the notice, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” said Arthur, “yes I did. It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying ‘Beware of the Leopard.”

― Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

So when can I get rid of this 'present' when there is no sunlight in the mine?