Nazr noted the difference in the corpse mage's appearance, and scoffed at the ridiculous headgear. It seemed that in addition to her physical growth, her mental one was also kept in stasis from her undeath. Though he had to admire her for being so open with her profession, as necromancy is looked down upon both human and illithid culture as an affront to life itself. These were thoughts that he lingered on, before his psionic sight ended.

The results were as he expected; a swarm of minuscule crustaceans have taken the Grotto as their home. The Aahari seemed to have found the very same, as he returned with less enthusiasm than before. But then he felt it; quadrupedal creatures with a taste for flesh. He deduced that these were the dog-like beasts with proportions akin to predatory fish, and were surely as ravenous in their appetite. [color=blue]"I sense Piranha Hounds ahead of us, about 50 meters in distance",[/color] he quietly reported to his group. [color=blue]"They will smell us soon, so hide your scents."[/color] 

Nazr had to think fast; due to the structure of the cave, any air currents would travel quickly and carry their scent with it, so he had only minutes to spare. Then he realized how he could mask his unique, oily smell, and quickly scuttled to the small pond the crocodile man checked. He dipped down in it, drenching himself in the salty water. Once he was soaked, he returned back to the rest, making sure no crab clung to his robes as he quickly swept them away with a gentle telekinetic push. But that wasn't all; even if he could take one by surprise, there were surely many more he would have to face, so his eyes lingered on the floor and roof of the cavern, keeping an eye out for any suitable sharp rocks he could use to shoot at them.

-Nazr masks his scent with pond water and looks for stalactites/stalagmites-