In some sort of underground pipe system...
Kevin, deprived of the best option he had, takes the second one - the slashed-open pipe - regardless of the potential threat that a being that can slash a hole straight through a metal pipe may possess - fumbling through the dark, he eventually finds the opening and slips through it, finding himself in what feels like fairly cramped quarters - crawling forward still, he feels the tunnel widen, though not to a point where he can stand - the ground, which had after leaving the pipe been rough stone, now seems to have gotten a bit softer, lined with some kind of crunchy material.
Feeling further onward, Kevin is a tad startled when his questing hand finds an object - a slick, large object of some sort. A quick examination reveals it to be some sort of giant crustacean, all limbs and chitin plates, with claws as hard and sharp as axes. Fortunately for Kevin, it appears to have died somehow - otherwise he's fairly sure it would have reacted most adversely to an accidental poke in its oversized antennae.
In the guest wing of Castle Fenton...
Niklas, realizing the inherent folly of living in a room next to the as-of-yet unknown intermixing of wasp and goat (presumably combining the wasp's inherent hatred for all life and the goat's unending hunger for all things vaguely edible), runs along with Lifeboy to the other end of the hall, quickly lifting a torch off the wall in case killing things with fire proves necessary. The two partners in adventure regroup at the other end of the hall.
"Okay," Lifeboy begins to say, slightly out of breath. "I don't think it can open doors, so that's good!"
Just then, as if to prove a point, the door to the former room of Lifeboy is penetrated by what looks like an incredibly nasty stinger - the stabbing continues for the next few seconds until it strikes the doorknob a few times, pounding the locking mechanism right out of the door. It swings open, and out comes a creature. Its wings flap incredibly fast, its stinger is unspeakable, its eyes are murderous and compound, and the sound it makes with its toothy maw is horrendous, and that perhaps is all that needs to be said about it.
"Maybe I did not give it enough credit!"
In a gnomish operating room...
Sigmund, quite enthusiastic about taxing his multitasking skills at last, begins to do two things at once.
Firstly, he begins to move some of his bits discreetly away from the gnomes of the room, though only the smallest ones begin to make any measurable moves, as the gnomes seem awfully sensitive to this sort of thing.
Secondly, he prays to the god of death, feeling that doing such a thing has not done him enough favors yet.
~Hey! You liked to watch me suffer? Then I have a gift for you!~ he soundlessly thinks as his head-arm construct is enriched with three additional rib-legs, made from his very own ribs - these actually make it possible for him to keep his head sort of upright.
Sadly, though, he gets absolutely no indication that he has been heard - perhaps here, in the darkest corners of the earth, even prayers are blocked out by the multitudinous layers of stone? That's something that might potentially make sense, Sigmund guesses.
In an important building in Blynn...
Happy to follow Lenny's alternate directions, Timothy agrees to visit one of the fine tavinns of Blynn!
"A tavinn! Ooh, let's go to da tavinn! Well, if you's wants ta take me. I's sweared off all da boozings, but I reckons you can uses a drink or five!"
"Oh yes. Yes, I certainly could."
And so they head off to Harlan's House of Hilarity and Harlotry, the premier tavinn of Blynn and a favorite of many men and women of Blynn these days, both due to its massive levels of hilarity and the exquisite service in terms of harlotry. Wandering in, Timothy, despite managing to only partially turn invisible, doesn't feel out of place at all - in fact, a few people around here are ghosts like him, and several he can spot look even stranger.
Following Lenny, Timothy heads over to the bar, where a very, very old man stands, various drinks floating in a gentle orbit around him.
"I'll have the usual," Lenny says, and one of the drinks floats into his hand - the man makes no other movement. In fact, Timothy's not entirely sure he's a real guy, from the way he looks. Lenny takes a sip and looks around.
"Well now. There's a whole bunch of people here. I think the man in the corner there's a diviner," he says, pointing to a robed, handsome fellow being a wallflower in the corner. "You wanna go talk to him, or should I?"