Ulor had not the time to unleash another blast before the monstrous ooze collapsed under the paladin's blows, spreading its foul ichor over the tunnel's floor. It seemed as though the creature, though seemingly subterranean or at least liable to being encountered in deep, dark tunnels such as these, had found itself more cramped and exposed by its large size than it had benefited from it. Then again, to do it justice, it had probably not expected to encounter a large and armed group such as theirs, and besides, despite it being so outmatched, its attack had nonetheless proved effective enough. Indeed, the tiefling did not seem to be moving even after being freed from her viscous prison. Could it be that it-?

Beckoning for the octopus to join him, Ulor approached the green and malodorous form. He paused as first the feline, and then the elf bent and spoke over what was by now quite clearly a corpse, then moved a few steps closer and, wincing with one eye as he reclined his head to one side and scratched his chin pensively. Truly, the gelatinous entity's corrosive abilities were prodigious. In so little time, it had managed to potently burn what was not even, all things considered, normal skin. Now that he thought of it, the body [i]did[/i] reek of the vegetables that had been a little too close to the fire he had eaten, day after day, in his youth. Not enough to be as appetizing, fortunately, but the resemblance was striking.

"Regrettable, but-" he thought better of it and did not finish the sentence. People grieving over bodies tended to react badly if stirred, appropriate though it might have been not to linger for long where they were. The fact that now was just such a case did not, as by the unspoken rule, appear to concern them. The ooze was destroyed, but, if such beings did indeed crawl out of the walls with little warning, they would have done better to prepare in the event that more should appear. Not to mention that there still was much to see. Ulor exchanged a mildly annoyed glance with the octopus, who, however, did not seem to be quite as impatient, and began to quietly rap his fingers upon his staff. Hopefully, the usual rituals would not take much longer.