Zarakisss

You chose to leave the lizardkin unmagicked while lining up the rest of her party, most of the higher level, to fight the last Paladin and the Cleric, Dudebro one and two.

You land, the remaining sheen of holy water burning your feet with every step, but after a below of "Seize them!" You actually bother to learn the cleric and paladin's names.

Gn4rl 'Gr0nkl1r0n' Y0rg1ns0n: Paladin of Anari 18
Bubahotep Darling D03sn't-G1v3-4-$#¡†: Cleric of Anari 18

With the others pinning their arms and having gaged them it only takes a few dozen strikes of your Black Iron sword to dispatch them both, and they are far enough below your level that you barely get any experience, in fact, if you were one level higher they'd have given none at all. Treasure sprays from their limp corpses and Zarakisss expects the same, but you just tell the others, "Take her gear, and manacle her feet and hands, but otherwise do nothing to harm her, in time, she will join us, I hope."

That's it! For the first time, EVER, you've WON!

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Now what?

You've never been able to think beyond winning the fight before: certainly not with seven moderately powerful mind-warped slaves and a hostage in tow. You don't know quite what to DO now, the trap's sprung, and if you remember right as long as you keep one of these heroines here with you it won't reset: how did that one song that halfling bard sang a few months ago go? "(Something-something-something), ♫ - taking steps is easy, standing still is hard... ♫" Yep, it's like that, getting out of your endless cycle of rage-**** was the easy part, now, you're still stuck in a cavern, a big-ish cavern, but only one all the same, where none of the exits are large enough to let you leave...

(How the hell did the game designers rationalize you getting in here in the first place...?)