Chult Hex Crawl - IC

[The Hellbug]

Nolwenn winces and throws her hands up to shield herself from the explosion, but the shrapnel is entirely repelled by the magical cage, leaving her entirely unharmed. Desdemona isn't so lucky. The cat yowls in pain as she's caught by the blast and tossed under the counter.

"Des!" Nolwenn shouts, feeling her familiar's injury as merely a vague discomfort, but it's a strange feeling all the same. Luckily, the wizard is able to breathe a sigh of relief when the cat raises her head and gets to her feet, limping but looking to be in no immediate danger. The same cannot be said for Nolwenn's elven companion.

"No, Draelin, no no no," the wizard babbles when sees Red approach his prone form, again avoiding grabbing the magically-protected bars at the last minute. "Red, Red, tell me he's okay. Wait, there's a..." She suddenly tries to reach as far as she dares between the bars towards her bag, but can't get far without risking touching the bars. With a huff, Nolwenn gives up on trying to reach it herself and continues, her volume increasing with her anxiety.

"There's a healing potion in my bag, right there," she sputters, and the tears are returning, "Red, Ondros, anyone, it's right there!"