The melancholy in your passages sets you a-shiver, but also helps you think clearly. [+Melancholy] Having agreed to do a bit of reconnaissance on His Lordship's behalf, there is no way to avoid it without unavoidably stoking his wrath. But you have wide leeway yet in how you pursue the aim, and how much you report. There's room yet to satisfy your unholy bargain without doing anything exceptionally compromising. Once done, perhaps an easy way to 'scape further dangers will reveal itself.
Aye, for the way out of a labyrinth always involves going deeper into the maze. "Oh, quiet," you whisper to the cynical voice in your brain, squeezing your eyes shut.
Onward