You leave the tower behind and move forward into the Labyrinth, unsure how you will get to your goal. You seem to take random turns in the tunnel until the tunnel you have been following gradually widens until it opens into a cave with a high ceiling overhead. Patches of glowing fungi cling to the walls and fill the chamber with dim light. Columns of stone support the ceiling, the rock marbled with veins of glittering crystal. Across the chamber, a great cleft is ringed by a profusion of sigils and glyphs. Stacked to either side of the opening are two mounds of severed heads.
No one can seem to decipher the meaning of the markings, but as you get closer, the heads are those of gnolls mostly. There are also some other races in there: drow, svirfneblin, and even a troll.
"Equal opportunity collector, perhaps," Elayna quips, with a nervous laugh. "Let's, uh... let's keep moving before they want to add human, tiefling, and... Okay, Ma'ingor, what race are you?"
Melpomene looks over the writing and realizes that most of them - the only ones that are legible - are invoking the blessings of Baphomet, one of the demon lords. He specifically rules over minotaurs.
As Elayna moves to enter, a gnoll creeps out of the shadows, glancing cautiously at the piles of heads to either side of it. Its filthy body is bent and covered with tatters of clothing and scraps of blood-crusted armor. The creature looks you over with one good eye, the other lost in a mass of scar tissue.
"Powerful masters," the gnoll whines. "You honor us by your presence. Seek you passage through the maze? The Spiral of the Great Horned King? I can help. Yes. Trust Gash and he will see you through the maze, he will."