"Look," says the robed man,"I can tell that you have lost your way."
"I also can tell that you are agents of House Tharashk," he says, pointing to Ganyon in the corner of the lift.
"So, I can logically deduce that your 'mission' was to figure out what happened to the people downstairs."
"Yes," he says, nodding,"I figured out what happened down there -- some giants came upon them, when they would appear to have been camping, and slaughtered them."
"So, if you want to go find the giants, members of the self-named "Broken Tooth clan", responsible, I'll draw you a map -- they're steading is not far from here -- about a half days journey."
He then intones a few arcane syllables and a sheet of paper appears which he then mentally inscribes with directions as the lift descends in the shaft.
As he reaches the base, he signals the rest of his crew to follow.
"I wish you safety on your voyage."
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Seems like things are a bit bogged down, and not working out as I had hoped, so I am invoking some DM fiat.
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