The devil doesn't even have the chance to look surprised as his head is severed. It then tumbles to the ground and lies still, the body falling back onto the sheets and beginning to soak them. By this stage, Alaedra has already left the room and thrown the next door open, heading down the corridor.<br/><br/>((Yes, there were a few bags to hold the potions, and sheets could be used to pad them.))<br/><br/>As she hurries along, she hears a somewhat familiar sound. Not the swinging of the chains, but a scraping noise. It drags for a bit, then stops. Then continues, then stops. Just as she gets to a down-headed stairway, with a door opposite, with a lock but slightly ajar, the source of the noise comes into view:<br/><br/>Shambling around a corner into the corridor, there is the familiar muscular figure in the bloodstained apron, the metal helmet weighing his head down, and the enormous cleaver dragging behind. It has already found her again, even though it is clearly slower than the chain devils that still haven't reached the drow.