As you enter the copse of the Deep Fat Friars, you are ambushed by a G Imp, dressed entirely in black leather bondage gear. He giggles in a way you’re not entirely comfortable with. With which you’re not entirely comfortable.
He gets the jump on you, and pulls out a cat‐o‐nine tails, but can hit you with nary a tail. He should probably unzip the eyeholes on his mask.
You concentrate on Brie’s teachings, and call forth a Minor Ray of Gravel, which teaches the Imp the gravity of the situation by putting him in his grave. A grave lesson, indeed. BAM! ZAP! KERPOW!
You win the fight!
After much rejoicing (yaaay) you search the area, but you don’t find anything that resembles the Obvious Plot Device. So, uh, now what?