One does not simply walk into Burj al-Barq. There is a gate. A metal gate. Bread boy thicc. And some strict entry guidelines enforced by two air elements (more like square elementals, as they are lame). After refusing a deal to accept the party's prison labor they instead make a counteroffer: to imprison us. Luckily, Wroth's circle gets these squares. Though the deal went south (for Arthos, who fell in a pit), things are looking up for the rest of the party (there's an elevator and also no more Arthos). Something happened with a gargoyle too, but he's dead now.