He whirled about, as the stick fell, and yelled at the dragon. "DO NOT QUESTION LORD HELIX!"<br/><br/>After the explosion, he was gazing at the wall in disbelief and betrayal, before one of the others pointed out the trapdoor. A quick glance showed that the stick had fallen pointing directly at the trapdoor, but he had overshot it to the wall. He had expected the door to be in the wall, not the floor. "Praise be to Lord Helix! That makes him five of five, in a row. I might actually have to convert at this rate."<br/><br/>He shook off his amusement, before collecting the stick and putting it back into his pack. "Alright, all aboard the pain train. We are heading down to deliver death and damnation to heathens below. And you, Murphy, owe me a gallon of beer."<br/><br/><hr/>Meanwhile, in a 'heaven' of a local pantheon, the local gods were wondering why a shelled cephalopod had just appeared in their main gathering room of the domain, and why it immediately latched onto a nearby plate of meat and started eating, never acknowledging their presence first.