What had once been Red's construct is no longer tied to the artificer, and his command does nothing. The construct continues to attack Draelin, tearing elven flesh and spilling elven blood. Draelin fights best as best he can, but he struggles to draw his melee weapon, and his hands are slippery with blood.

Red and Ondro destroy the final mucous monster, and Ondros finds himself covered in more goop. The floor around him is thick with slippery slime, and he struggles to keep his footing. No need for another save-vs-blindness as you're already blind. Dex save at start of round to stay on your feet, and again if you move. Both at disadvantage.

The prisoner, having pulled Nolwenn through the bars of the cage somehow, looked utterly baffled as Nolwenn pleads for her life. The emaciated woman, as naked as Nolwenn, back up against the other end of the cage, her hands raised placatingly. She speaks beautiful words in a low voice, as if trying to calm a spooked animal.

Outside the cage, Desdemona spits and hisses at the prisoner's general direction.