After steeling himself(themselves?) for the foul trip through the rancid water, Morin(and whoever decides to go with him) dives down into the water and pulls himself hand-over-hand along the prepared rope and through the underwater tunnel. For better or worse Father Kyte's spell allows him to breath the awful water, and soon he emerges under the hot Numerian sun. (DC 15 Fort Save or sickened for 1 minute.)

On the pond's shore he finds a contingent of guards already waiting for him, though it seems he isn't why they are there--a number seem to be properly injured and being treated by others or being loaded onto and carried off in stretchers. Nearby a mass of oil-soaked fungus burns--occasionally twitching as it does and being stabbed by a watchful, spear-wielding guard. A few better-dressed people, possibly from the nearby estates, stand about either gawking or helping to tend the injured. As Morin(and company) regain their composure and take in the sight, the same guard who had greeted the party as they emerged the day before, though now with his left arm bound in a sling, approaches while eyeing the pond's water for signs of any more disturbances, "Good, at least some of you made it out! We assumed the worse when we saw the monster come out."

Only a few steps behind him comes a middle-aged woman in finely made clothing covered by a leather apron and unfortunate smudges of dirt and grease. She passes the guard, unfazed by the stench of the water and the violent surroundings to kneel down and offer a wineskin to the gnome--filled with proper wine--and ask, "Are you alright? And your team? Are there more beasts coming?" She seems genuinely concerned for Morin's well-being though it is eclipsed by her concern for the town and the evils emerging from beneath it.

OOC: I'm not sure how much help Khonnir would need getting out of the cave.  If it seems necessary, I ask Cael to manhandle him through the tunnel.

After he had finished puking out industrial waste, Morin took a long, horrified look at the chaos around him, and felt a pang of guilt over his role in causing it.  Still, he reassured himself, it could have been worse.  From the looks of things, nobody was dead. Well, except for poor Mr T.  Maybe if Synn had been alive, she could have gotten the fungus through town without any kind of disturbance.  But a confused monster, bursting out of that tunnel in a panic and running into the guards posted by the water?  There was only one way that was going to go.  The poor kid never had a chance.

Taking a deep swig of the offered wine, Morin gave the guard and the councilwoman a weak smile.    "Don't worry, everything's under control.  Totally fine!  There shouldn't be any more monsters coming out of that cave.  Mr Tentacles here just...well, he slipped away in the middle of a fight and made it to the tunnel."

He looked the middle aged woman over.  Anyone who wore an outfit that nice as work clothes had to be important.  "Are you with the council?"  He asked.  "I've already met Freddert and Kyte and Baine, which means you must be Solantha Olandir.  Perfect!  We need to have a talk with you in private, but first the good news:  You owe us a scroll of resurrection!"  Clearly enjoying the moment, the gnome made a sweeping, theatrical gesture towards the pool, where the others were still pulling themselves out from the muck.  "Ladies and Gentlemen, I present: Khonnir Baine!"

21:06, Today: Morin Matzylford rolled 5 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 1.  fort save.
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