With their lizard friend's leg safe from imminent digestion, Steppe Archer would pump her fists in the air excitedly, just in time with her druidic friend's smashing of the ugly pile of poo-scented pudding. [color=CC6633][b]"Nice! The ice really did work!"[/b][/color] she exclaimed, glad to see that in spite of getting a little bit of his scales injured, Big Red was as tough as ever. She was sure that she'd at least be crying if that was her skin...but like he said, scales were tougher. 

[color=CC6633][b]"Just don't go kicking vaguely liquid monsters again,"[/b][/color] the archer would say, tilting her head as she noticed the faintest glimmer from where the slime had once been frozen. It was...a ring of some kind. Tarnished copper with a small green gem inlaid upon it. [color=CC6633][b]"Huh. This might be what made that slime..."[/b][/color] she said aloud, putting it in a pouch before adding: [color=CC6633][b]"Personally, I think we should get him out of here right away and wash that burn wound. Who knows what kinds of things that slime ate? Aside from maybe that ring."[/b][/color]