Egret silently watches Lex's experiments for a while, intrigued by the results, before eventually leaving the alchemist to his devices and turning to Brindel with a smile.
"At least it is clear that we shouldn't camp here, lest these blobs return to absorb us in our sleep." The druid looks up, squinting at the shadows between the rafters.
"And who knows what else that lurks around. Truly, this marsh isn't the most welcoming of places."
He then follows Haelga in her investigation of the tower, approaching the stairs and cranking his neck to see where they lead. The flame on his fingers flickers for a moment, but with another quiet murmur of a spell its strength is replenished.
OOC:
(Translation: I'm going to be continously casting Produce Flame when it runs out. Unless we get into a fight again.)
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