He cursed as the alarm bell, installed in a basic housing in the guard room, alerted the lair to the intruders. For the first couple of adventurer groups, they had standing orders. Seal the door to the barracks, the only door in the lair currently, and then let the 'do-gooders' chase them into the throne room. He was busy shoving his captive into the treasure vault, the four skeletons standing in the area where the 'throne' would eventually be. The kobolds stayed in the barracks area, and while he might wish Grizzip was here, he would be better off ensuring the kobolds survived.<br/><br/>The fight was short but intense, and only cost three total spells, one charge, and a small gash on the arm of one of the hobgoblins to capture the female monk, and the paladin was killed. It was, in order, let the do-gooders decide to pull back, charge into the gate room and activate the portcullis trap, sealing them in. Then he put a ray of enfeeblement into the paladin, the beam striking him fully in the face, but the haste of his casting meant the damage it did was the least powerful he could make the spell and have it go off. The hobgoblins had exchanged a couple blows, trapping the monk and paladin against the wall, and then the cleric had tried to make a suggestion to the monk, which she had resisted and snarled an impolite and anatomically impossible suggestion back involving animals and Jerrick's mother. At that point, the overlord decided enough was enough, and snarled for the hobgoblin to get out of the way, before putting a color spray into the 'do-gooder's' faces.<br/><br/>The paladin was dead, the monk stripped of everything she had owned or wore, and was currently enjoying the cleric's personal attention on one of the upright X shaped posts, her arms and legs tied to a different post of the restraining... item, his mind was deserting him today. All of their equipment was on the table in the vault room, where he couldn't hear the muffled shrieks of outrage and humiliation through the monk's ball gag as the cleric began breaking her. The paladin's body was currently residing in the future forge room, waiting for tomorrow when the cleric would turn him into a skeleton in front of the monk.<br/><br/>He, the overlord, was busy figuring out what went where, and who should get what. Now that the adventurers were taken care of, it was time to finish the fourth floor, and THEN find more minions.