[Pondering upon the whys and whats could wait for later, Jarlaxle certainly spent no time pondering it now. Oh surely it would rise to the forefront of his mind once he had his feet on solid ground again and the threat of being brutally killed by Mindflayers or, as he could see now, actual demons.

The name of the realm came to mind mere seconds before Kimmuriel said it, as the fireblasted hellscape revealed itself through a hole in the ships side. His mouth pressed into a thin line, this handily scuppered any of his more clever ideas didn't it? Now, no matter what waited for them at the helm, they'd be forced to find some way to deal with it. No special little tricks out of this mess.]

Shortly, just ahead.

[This ship was heading back to the Material Plane whether it's occupants liked it or not. Past the hole and towards the fleshy, tightly constricted doors, the wet, organic material loudly shlopped open for the pair...

Only to reveal it's occupants tightly locked in conflict. A demon, an illithid, multiple hellish beasts at the ready to tear the tentacled helmsman apart...]

... Oh good, they're all occupied.

[What, fight all of them? No, this is Avernus, his head has a tadpole in it and the ship is crashing. Corpses were easier to loot than living, angry combatants anyway.]

The controls are just ahead... Though they'll do us little good if neither of us know what to do with them.