Shadi slices into the reefclaw on Navarro with her sickle. She cuts a deep scar across its side, but it doesn't die.

Navarro struggles but can't quite seem to hit the reefclaw currently constricting him.

The reefclaw tightens it's hold—

Navarro somehow overcomes its deadly grip! The reefclaw is flung away from his body onto the floor.

Garril's hammer strike was aimed at a reefclaw currently constricting someone. Miss.

She would rather not close with anything that grabby. It can have an Acid Splash in its pincer, that doesn't need her to get in close.

Shadi swings at the reefclaw, but her sickle bounces off its scales.

Navarro stabs it right through the chest! It doesn't die, somehow!

The reefclaw peels itself off of Navarro's rapier. It fails to clip him with its pincers.

Garril slams the warhammer into its side, tearing off a huge chunk of flesh. It screams horribly and lunges forward.

Why is this thing still alive. That is far too much punishment for one little crabby thing to take without a problem. How does it feel about an Acid Splash to the... weird tentacled bitey bit, whatever it is.

The acid burns a hole through its head. It spasms as it dies, slicing Garril's leg.

Garril backs up and puts a crossbow bolt through the unconscious one. Twice. It flails for a few seconds before going still.

"They're feisty in death!"

"So it seems."

"Thank you." Courtesy is free. "I didn't realize the wildlife down here was quite such a problem. These are more... dramatic... than the rats, or even the goblins. Suddenly the lack of volunteers makes more sense. Ah well, it is what it is." As she speaks, she edges out of the way to let Garril reach Shadi if he needs the healing. He took a few scratches in there, but he knows his threshold better than she does.

Navarro turns to Shadi. "Chosen Shadi, we could use some healing, please."

"Very well." A pulse of positive energy flows out from her. "Down to four."

Some of Garril's wounds have closed. "Thanks."

They continue onward. Navarro leads them through more wide sewer tunnels. At some point, the kind of stone used in the walls changes, although it's still built to the same patterns. There's almost always movement beneath the water—mostly small fish and aquatic life, but sometimes larger things.

The tunnels begin to slope downward. Ahead of them, at the end of a tunnel, is a large rusted metal wall. A man-sized hole is torn clean through it, near the bottom. Water rushes through the hole and into the darkness.

"Oh no. One of the seals is broken." He moves up to inspect it.

While the group is distracted walking, she has some questions for the shadow.

<When did you learn proper sign?>

        <Watched! Saw you!>

<But when?>

        <Knew at party!>

The Breaching festival, then? What is going on with this thing? She is clearly missing something.

Now, however, isn't the time to interrogate it further. "Do you sense anything through the hole?" The shadow obediently floats over, so the wall isn't blocking its sense of objects.

"No! It's too dark." He sticks his light through the hole in the wall. "Just water. Lots of water."

Something human shaped crawls along the bottom of the river, approaching from behind them.

<Yes! Body! There!>

(Body? That means—) "Something behind us! Maybe undead! —Sorry, I wasn't asking you, I was asking my friend. It prefers speech."

Another one crawls into the shadow's detection area.