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No, Ch’r’ai W’wargaz did not flinch when a certain istyk removed the protective field from the entrance to his quarters. He is an inquisitor after all. But he smiled as he saw who exactly dared to ask for his audience.
“Ah, it’s you… Come on in, we have something to talk about.”
The elf’s face did not change much, it remained in the same expression “Baal almighty, how tired I am”, but the githyanki inquisitor did not have enough experience in communication with istyks, or maybe this huge nose was the problem, so he decided that this was her professional face. He nodded to his thoughts and began to wait for this awkward elf thing and her motley companions to get to his chambers.
Ch’r’ai W’wargaz was a professional himself, so he ignored the words of disbelief uttered by the elf's pale companion. Of course, githyanki will help if the guests cooperate. It's up to Vlaakith, the queen rewards the faithful.
“Oh, our esteemed guest. Please, approach, we have much to discuss,” said the inquisitor when the elf approached closer.
She smiled as she slowly walked towards him. Behind her, he spotted Lae’zel, to whom he nodded. She seemed rightly joyful that she would finally benefit her people, and complete such an important task as returning a dangerous weapon to where it was supposed to be. The white-haired elf and the dark-haired half-elf girl only looked around suspiciously, but they didn't matter. Only his warrior and the bearer of the artifact did.
And they smoothly turned right into one of the enclosed parts of the chambers, the one with two statues. So.
“One minute,” the elven girl sang sweetly.
The white-haired elf showed him a sharp fang that was not typical for this species, Lae’zelle smiled guiltily, and the half-elven girl continued to look at the guards. Well…
Soon, the creaking of statues was heard from that corner. Someone shouted "Ignis!", and then more creaking. One of the inquisitor's subordinates looked doubtfully in the direction the adventurers had gone, and with a raised eyebrow suggested that they go and see what was happening there, but W’wargaz calmed him with a gesture of his hand. There was nothing there...
The sound of stone on stone was heard again. The inquisitor waited patiently. And waited. And waited. Occasionally, distant sounds of impact could be heard from the passage. Have they gone somewhere?.. From a dead end?.. W’wargaz stroked his bald head slightly nervously. Nonsense.
The adventurers returned from there not so soon. Behind the half-elf’s back, a new toy shone like the sun. The inquisitor couldn't help but roll his eyes. It looks like they should have done a more thorough inspection of the ruins for such artifacts. But come on, whatever that mace was, it ended up in the hands of allies. Probably not very smart allies, so the Inquisitor saw fit to remind them:
“You have something that I want. I have the knowledge you need.” He highlighted the last word, for they were infected with maggots, weren't they? Every second counts.
“Yes, yes, now,” the elf replied, waved her hand dismissively at him, and ran straight past him into the opposite corner.
Everyone looked after them this time. They carefully watched as each of them - except for Lae’zel, of course, the girl stood aside and pretended not to know the others - stuck her nose into each of the boxes located there, but did not steal anything. It seemed. Watching the hands of the white-haired elf was not an easy task.
“Vlaakith's power is endless, her patience is not. Approach, I won’t ask again,” the inquisitor said, already much more annoyed than at the beginning.
“Uuu, how scary,” the elf whispered into the ear of his companion.
She giggled. Checked the room for the last time. The inquisitor clenched his teeth. These impudent ones even looked at places he had no idea about, what else do they need?! With a tired sigh, as if she had been forced to seek salvation from her illness, the elven girl finally waved her hand in greeting and moved closer.
"Yo," she said, "welcome and all, we were told to go to you. I think we kind of, uh, broke your brain-to-smoothie machine...”
“My ardents spoke of one of our kin,” ignoring the flow of words, the inquisitor decided to simply address Lae’zelle, as obviously the saner one in this bunch, “that escaped...”
“Ah, so I figured, well, just judging by the nervous breakdown of your healer, it seemed to me that this thing was expensive,” the elven girl was also talking along with him, not quite concerned about what the inquisitor was saying now.
“…a crashing ghaik slave-vessel.”
“Ch’r’ai. Vlaakith's justice in flesh,” Lae’zelle replied, also ignoring her companion.
“I didn’t expect this from you as well,” the elf muttered and crossed arms over her chest.
“No one appreciates us,” the elf said in her tone.
“Yes.”
"Shall we kill them all?" the elf asked solicitously.
“Perhaps,” the elven girl replied in a capricious voice. “You know, there in the chest I saw one thing...”
She only returned to the conversation when the inquisitor mentioned slain goblins. Oh, these children, don't they care about honor at all? No culture in them.
(Well, you guessed it. They were all killed.)