Ivan was slowly losing it, it seemed. He reached up for his bow and quiver, with a pleading and desperate look in his eyes. The weapon probably wouldn't do much against the mud, but he was very attached to it. He was out of ideas on how to deal with the mud demon, and now it looked like all he'd done was trapped himself and Raven up a tree. "I'm sorry" he mouthed, unable to say the words out loud.