“Fair enough. But we don’t really know how to get out of here.” The hobgoblin turned to gather his gear, hefting up his pack. He turned in a circle to survey what he could see, but the mist made that nearly impossible. Finally he turned and headed northwest. It was as good a direction as any.
Reaction: Shield or Absorb Elements (if needed), or Opportunity Attack
You all head out following the hobgoblin not entirely sure where you are going with the thick mist obscuring everything. You cannot help shake the feeling that the beast from earlier is stalking you on your jaunt through the forest.
Eventually you reach a strangely familiar looking cabin except it appears to be long abandoned.
The door to the cabin is resting a against its frame hanging by a single hinge. The interior is equally broken, sitting in a tattered arm chair appears to be a man with legs crossed reading a book His outfit pegs him as a man of nobility.
The man glances up from his book looking disinterested, "Please refrain from insulting me with such accusations. I am Azgalan and I have been watching you all for some time now you appear to be quite capable mismatch of people. I require some.... assistance. I am sure you are aware I am trapped here and I would very much like to escape." Every word that comes from the man's mouth is deliberate and
Annunciated to the extreme.
"This abode is my prison, while you where messing around with inter planar magic you didn't understand you arrived here within my prison the shadowfel. Shortly after your arrival I introduced a little shadow magic to create a illusion for you, hoping you would entertain me but alas you are woeful actors."