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I know it don't look tasty, Phineas, my boy, but don't be afraid ta git in there an' git a snootful!

Ryyrik continues his onslaught, even as the drider falls limp, making it's once identifiable head into a mush of red.

Ulfren turns to the remaining spider. "What do we do about that?" he growls, rage still pulsing through his veins.

Ryyrik ceases hit onslaught at Ulfren's question. He turns, a scowl still present on his face, he looks to Billy "Make it leave these halls or it will share it's fate with this...taint." He gives the drider's body a swift quick to show what 'taint' he was talking about.

Billy only spares a glance Ulfren's way as he walks up to the spider. You don't do nuthin' about that. He skritches the spider between the eyes and says, Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy? You are, that's who. Yes you are! Yes you are!

As his rage begins to dissipate, Ulfren spends the last of his roiling energy by decapitating the drider for a trophy. "Come on, then," he says when he finishes his deed, ready to proceed onward. "We know something's wrong if something this big can just sit here all day without someone noticin'."

Phineas returns to his Dwarven shape with a sigh of relief. After a moment of picking bear hair off of his wooden armour, he turns to Billy.

"Say Billy, do recall any stories of Driders in our land? Wars or conflicts we've had with them? I was just thinking about the drow ....""Ulfren, I have prepared a spell that will help us move stealthily through the shadows. I know it is not our usual tactic, but if these tunnels are swarming with Driders or worse, it might be prudent?"

"Ryyrik, you look a little worse for wear. Would you like some goodberries to help ease your injuries? Or perhaps you need to take a rest?

Ulfren considers things, foot on one of the drider's legs and elbow propped upon his knee. He absently twirls the drider's head by the hair. "We weren't exactly on our tip-toes just now," he says, "and Gunnar's thunderbluss ain't known for its mouse work. You know as well as I that tunnels carry sound far and away; why, we use 'em as advance warning signals in the frontier. Anyway, if there are more of these things climbing about, chances are they already knows we's here."

Billy suppresses a shudder. Drow torsos on spider bodies, eh? Lovely thought before supper, mutters, absently scratching his new friend just behind the mandibles.

"Sound reasoning, Ulfren. Well, my bear nose smelled no sign of monsters nearby. Shall I burn through those webs?"

Phineas creates a burning flame in his palm. Much to his surprise, it is cerulean blue.

"Curious... I'm not sure what's happening here. It feels ..." Phineas runs his other hand over the flame, and it recoils in surprise.

"Cold! Like ice ..."

He shakes the icy fire away, and wipes his hands on his armour.

"Maybe I'll just use my handaxes for a change. Seeing my old Master-of-Arms back there reminds me I should be practicing more with them anyway."

Phineas sets to hacking a path through the webbing, examining the skeletons as he gets closer.

Ryyrik, overtaken by intense emotion, has been silent as he stares at the small skeleton remains in the webbing. He places a hand on his chest and a green flash appears shortly after "Save your berries, I'm fine. I can rest when I share their fate." He scowls as he pushes past Phineas to plow through the webs.