Stand back and let Bangaal work her magic

You might regret it, but this place was densely guarded with no shortage of high-alert soldiers. Stealthily sneaking in through all of those patrols was no longer an option. If things were already this chaotic, then a little chaos magic could be just what the doctor ordered.

"Oh ho ho! Bangaal was so hoping you would say that, Lavender Vin! Everyone, please keep your arms and legs outside of the barracks until I give the go-ahead, yes? Now, watch Bangaal's beckoning dance, calling forth the primeval **** of chaos magic!" she laughed aloud, raising both hands into the air with a clatter of her golden bangles. The clattering slowly shifted into music, as she raised and lowered her arms in turn.

For just a moment, you were worried about the guards coming out to investigate her boisterous voice or her melodious clicking, but you realized soon after that odd noises would be the least of their worries. As you watched, the wood of the barracks behind Bangaal, forming her backdrop, began to shift and change. The window seemed to slide in your field of vision, moving to the right, while the corner extended outward, as though the whole main hall was stretching. Soon, the contortions became more confusion, with the ceiling raising and whole columns obviously moving along the ground.

The inside of the barracks was becoming some series of cages, like a winding maze, contracting and expanding in turn to become an entirely different shape!

But would you guys actually be able to get in there and find what you needed, at this rate?

"Do not underestimate Bangaal! She has seen the room that is important, the dwelling of that misanthropic Mertz, and she has safely preserved it in its original position. There is a clear line right through the front door! Shall we?"{if Amulette = True}

"Keehehehe... Enchanting, eh? Oh, if I could distill such devilish devices into one of my delightful decanters, imagine the kind of imagery I could instill, with my ingenious imagination!" Amulette cackled, rubbing her hands together with a sparkle of her many rings. You weren't sure these two should be on a team together...{endif}{if Belit = True}

"Psh! That's okay, I guess, if you like, uh, weird mazes and stuff," Belit pouted, perhaps feeling a bit left out in the cold with how she was one of the few saintesses without magic powers. "If there weren't so many damn guards I could have just snuck us in..."

You asked: well whose fault was that, hm?

"Shut up, dummy! Shouldn't you be consoling me right now? Some squire!"

"Oh ho ho! A lover's spat!" Bangaal giggled, floating in circles above your heads. "But shouldn't we make haste, friends?{endif}