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[color=2cc785]"Why am I only being offered help by weak nerdsssssss?"[/color]

[color=888888] -Salbjörg of the Deep[/color]
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What a dreadful turn of events. 

Amidst Salbjörg’s flailing (or lack of), the cowardly, useless, big nosed ghost had decided to drop a rock on the child’s head. While this appeared to finally stop the boy, she knew that wasn’t the case. Her poison had greatly weakened him, to the point where he was crawling around on the floor. If left to his own device, he would have surely died before reaching the crystal. Instead the three out of ten ghost dropped a five out of ten rock on a seven out of ten face and completely ruined it. She only stopped for a second or two to take in what happened, and then began her indignant thrashing again.

Only to stop a second time, when she heard the Oracle cry out and raise its hands. Initially she was outraged at the comment. Who was this we that killed a child? Schnupfen did nothing to speak of, the dead goblin only made the boy stronger, Muste was largely responsible for her present predicament, Zoppy made her pay for her weapon and equipped the enemy, the pile of rats were absent, and the Oracle… Okay, so the Oracle did manage to disarm the boy and took quite a beating in the process. If the we they were referring to was itself and Salbjörg then that was fair enough. 

Muste offered Salbjörg his cane. The gesture was appreciated, but with both of her arms stuck in the glue, she didn’t have a way to make use of the assistance. That, and she doubted his pencil arms were going to be of much help escaping the glue.  It was far more likely that she’d pull him into the glue trap with her. Salbjörg’s face scrunched up like a raisin. [color=2cc785]"Can anyone help the ilithid?"[/color] She wanted to say [color=ffffff]"weakling,"[/color] but she would have had to say [color=ffffff]"this weakling"[/color] which was undesirable for obvious reasons. She’d need to find a way around her speech impediment that didn’t involve transforming into a human. 

Kleine’s efforts to free Salbjörg seemed a bit more sensible, just not for her. The massive, oversized spatula was a good idea, but she lacked the height to make use of it. The kobold, while stronger, had the same vertical challenges Kleine’had. [color=2cc785]"Hmph!"[/color]  They had managed to free her legs, which she used to wrap around the spatula’s curved handle and pulled it further under herself. It was good that it wasn’t a wood spatula filled with splinters but why did it have to be made out of metal? Somehow the metal felt even colder than the floor did. But it got the job done. With most of her back free, she was able to free her arm and take Muste’s cane, at which point she could start to sit up. It was only getting easier to slide the spatula forward, at which point she finally came totally free. She nearly stumbled into the rescue party, but they were sensible enough to stand out of her way.

[color=2cc785]"Well done."[/color] She said with all the enthusiasm of someone who just had a fly land in their soup. Without making eye contact with anyone, she stumbled away from the glue trap. Her shoes stuck a little bit with each step. They had gotten her out, but she wasn’t clean yet.  

There was something off about her balance too. And why did her chest feel so warm? A simple look down revealed that Zoppy had adhered herself to Sal’s pillow. She shrugged. It wasn’t like she hadn’t planned to start huddling with Zoppy for warmth anyway. Now Zoppy was hands-free, which was a good thing. But was she drooling? Sal positioned the little goblin’s sleeve under her mouth. 

It wasn’t until she had taken a few more steps that she realized that her rib wasn’t bothering her as much. Yet her insides felt like they were burning. Sal placed a hand on her stomach and wondered what it could have been, but it didn’t take long to figure out. The bone needle she had been stabbed with was coated in her own venom. Muste had asked the Oracle to look her over, and she wouldn’t pester them. Best to find a place to sit and wait.

And the place where she decided to sit was next to Zogi’s corpse. It was the closest thing they had to an infirmary right now. Her eyes briefly flicked over to the disgusting display. While she hadn’t doubted Muste enjoyed human brains, it was different seeing him partake in them. [color=2cc785]"Ugh!"[/color] She recoiled and turned her eyes to the dead goblin. If he wasn’t interested in lapping this up, maybe he really did just like human brains. At least if an elf or beastman entered the dungeon she wouldn’t have to worry about his feeding habits.

But if desecrating the dead wasn’t an issue, maybe Zogi had something interesting on him. But other than his loincloth, which she had no desire to poke around in, all she found was his shard of authority. [color=2cc785]"He won’t be needing that."[/color] Salbjörg held up the stone. [color=2cc785]"What do we do with... The... Fragment he had?"[/color] She looked to Kleine for an answer.