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Bess Withers

Bess plants her shield, thrusts the spear at soot snail 1, and meets only a smear of hot, greasy shell as it pulls away.

Elspet Crowe

Elspet raises one hand and speaks the clipped syllables of Sleep, aiming the spell down the exhaust tunnel so its soporific weight falls over the five soot snails and not across Bess, Tam, or herself.

DM

Elspet’s spell rolls through the greasy dark. All five soot snails sag into the runoff and fall motionless, asleep for 14 turns. Sleep is spent; the party remains unharmed.