The trolin guide looks shocked at the insult, and is almost about to batter the party to death.
"Don't you dare!" says his wife happily and greedily grabbing the clothes and trying them on. The result is...well, the result it....you see, the result..well, it's...
The result is indescribable, although to give a hint of the sight, suffice to say many of the champions lose any food they may have gained recently. Sadly, it only gets worse as the trolin guide sees his wife.
"Vera! You look so...different!" he says, running up and smooching his startled wife amourously. The party try not look in that direction, which is harder than it sounds, like trying not to rubberneck at the scene of a crash, or not watch Big Brother if it is on your TV at the time
"Umm, look, give us five minutes...maybe ten, then we can head back" says the tour guide as he and his wife disappear. As one the party decide to simply make their own way back. What with their distracted minds and the treacherous nature of the dungeon, it takes about half a minute before they fall into a deep dark pit.