With no objections voiced from the others, Udit and Drako unlock the cage holding the Drow, Stryke, who bows gracefully, and happily accepts a crossbow, and reluctantly a knife.
"I assume you came from the lakes. I myself found my way in that way, from the chimney near the Pillar of the Sun. Did you see it? No? Well minds more versed in these things than mine assured me that is what it was. A magic pillar, to that awful orb. It's by the lake, and I plan to go out the way I came in. You should join me.
Looking at the group's expectant faces and serious demeanor, he switches to his earlier promise, "The staff, yes. I know where it is, but I expect that obtaining it will be more difficult than you know."
"It is, quite simply, that way." he gestures the way you came, from the storeroom, but up the stairs. "But before you rush off in search of it, I must warn you (as I hope your benefactor did) that the way is blocked, by a quite seriously dire ward. Two of my company died - painfully turned to black ash - attempting to bypass it."