Even though Bix doesn't seem to touch the door, it creaks open, with the beholder sheltering behind its upper corner.
The courtyard is a crowded square, full of waist-high dead grass and overlooked by high rooftops. Hook-like crescents jut from the eaves, like the claws of some colossal bird of prey. Pockmarked brick columns prop up low, tiled awnings.
Huddled in the middle of the courtyard are the seven odd creatures Liliana saw through the keyhole. They resemble the beetle-like monsters you saw before, but smaller than the others and somehow...unfinished. Their shells are translucent, pinkish, and faintly sticky. They are clutching various blades, clubs, and other implements in their nubby pincers, however.
One turns toward the creaking door, its red pomegranate eyes glistening wetly.
What do you do?
[sblock=Oz, Shandrizar]These beings are skeroloths, the lowest of the low among the yugoloth race. Like the heavily armoured but stupid dergholoths, they represent a demotion from a higher rank. They are individually weak and consumed with a deep-running cowardice, but unlike dergholoths they retain some spark of their former intelligence.
[sblock=Intelligence (Arcana) DC 13 or Intelligence (Religion) DC 15]Nevertheless, skeroloths are still fiends, and do at least possess the yugoloths' innate magic resistance, immunity to poison, and teleportation. Furthermore, they have power unique to themselves-- the ability to make themselves so preternaturally pitiful that no thinking being could bring itself to strike them.[/sblock][/sblock]
Picayune snorted at Shandrizar. "What da 'ell's a castin' 'imperment?' Dat like metallurgics? Naw, man, I ain't no metal--." The effigy left off as Bix suggested the group make a run for the bricked in door across the courtyard. He scooted ahead of the group, popping through the room's walls and entering the aforementioned courtyard. He looked for the bricked-in door inset in the wall, then closed his eyes and focused for a moment. The door soon appeared to be a regular wooden door and looked as if it were slightly ajar, waiting to be stepped through. Picayune focused once again and changed the door's color to bright yellow. 
