Renato had absolutely no idea what these Drow were going on about. How was he supposed to know where the artifact was?
Lolth must have gone mad again. Renato swiftly reached that conclusion, then pushed his stray thoughts aside and calmly reassessed the situation.
A powerful demon with both spellcasting ability and formidable physical strength, paired with a High Priestess. Even fully prepared, Renato and Klauthsura would undoubtedly have needed to give their all against such opponents.
And now the mind flayer's psionic reserves were running low, the battlefield was dangerously chaotic, and organized undead troops were closing in on their position.
If Renato fought them head-on here, regardless of who won, neither he nor Klauthsura would escape the encirclement.
He had no time.
An idea suddenly flashed through his mind. Facing the swooping Glabrezu and the Drow Matron Mother standing on its shoulder, Renato did not take a fighting stance.
He swiftly reached into his pocket and gripped a fist-sized stone. Twisting at the waist and hips, he poured every ounce of his strength into the throw and hurled the stone straight at the Glabrezu's face.
The instant the stone left his hand, Renato stopped watching its trajectory. He turned, seized Klauthsura's wrist, and dragged the female dragonborn headlong in the opposite direction, sprinting toward the White Tower.
The tiny human's throwing motion in the distance did not alarm the Glabrezu. It knew these mortal races of the Material Plane lacked common sense, forever imagining that their feeble stones and arrows could hurt a powerful demon.
It casually swung a massive pincer, and the stone crumbled to dust the instant it struck.
The Drow Matron Mother paid no attention to this barely ticklish attack either. Steadying herself on the demon's shoulder, she focused on the targets ahead once