Last chance for Mary Jane, one more time to kiiill the pain!

Directing your allies to follow you single file deeper into the dungeon and step ONLY exactly where you step you wind your way past the spikes.

Despite your fears the Ninja does not reappear: er, lob any more bombs at least, and you don't bump right into them: though that's no guarantee that they are not around.

As you think about it more something else puzzles you: why did someone near level cap, who would gain no experience from killing creatures as low level as you, WASTE an explosive powerful enough to take out you and all the others which must have cost them tens of thousands of gold pieces? You wrack your brains trying to think of an answer but come up with nothing.

At last you get to the door of the Red **** Chamber which lies at a patch of hallway free of spikes and find it partly open. Holding up a hand you go to the door and peek in, and see that it is strewn with ghoul corpses, about eight of them, and there are two more strapped to various implements of **** which you can see. ~We Must have rolled a one.~ You think with aggravation, knowing that only the Torturer would do this.

You Hold up three fingers on your other hand and count down slowly, three, two, one, zero, and then your other hand flashes down in the 'GO!' signal and you all storm into the room. The Torturer seems un-surprised to see you, and hefts a pair of gaff hooks which he uses to fight, as your minions rush in to go toe to toe with him. You however hang back, looking for advantage.

You long since turned the status information overlay on, if nothing else to check the two ghouls you got and see if they had been among the crowd four hours ago, and see the following.

Human: Torturer
12th Level Assassin

Ghoul: Pack Leader Z2#4
3rd Level Sorceress
Bound

Ghoul: Pack Leader Z2#2
3rd Level Fighter
Bound

Ghoul: Pack Z2#1M4

Ghoul: Z2#11

Ghoul: Z2#3

Ghoul: Pack Z2#1M1

And So on, except...

Human: Mary Jane Gray
5th Level McGuffin

Strapped to a Rack in the back of the room is a comely human woman of perhaps 19 years, with flame red hair and perky C-cup breasts barely concealed under a white linen shift, who lies resignedly with her eyes closed humming some kind of tune to block out the sounds of combat and the creepy music and background noises of the dungeon.

~YOU might be useful.~ You think, as you rush to cut the straps holding your two fellow pack leaders into their **** devices.