Merle
"It is a spell I once knew, but wrote it out a long time ago." *Esme responds with a bit of a chuckle. Though she makes sure to keep her voice low as she doesn't want to attract any unwanted visitors.*

*But her silence will soon be warranted as they come up on the next opening of the cavern. Dark and mottled hues, despair in the air and a sight that cannot be described in words. A horror before them, victims of a brutal fate. Though she seems to show no emotions, there is a great sense of sorrow in Esme's heart. The colony needs to feed but no one truly deserves to die like this. For a brief moment Esme can even hear the whispers, feeling their fear and listening to their prayers. But she is quick to shake the voices out of her head as she simply cannot afford to fall into a trance.*

"We will need to stay vigilant. They are still cavern dwellers through and through so have light at the ready."

*Together they should be able to produce enough light to blind the creatures if they need. But it isn't a completely safety-fail and once the spiders are no longer stunned. The situation can escalate out of control to a point where both Esme and Almonde can easily get surrounded. Yet a passing thought echoes in her mind. What if one of these wraps has a living soul in it? No, they would have long suffocated by now or worse. They need to stay focused if they wish to survive this and as Esme's expression turns serious. She is already beginning to ready a bit of magic just in case they need.*

"And whatever you do, do not panic should you get caught in a bit of webbing. Doing so alerts more. It is sticky, but it is not impossible to get off." 

*As she gives a bit of a warning. Esme's voice is soothing, melodic even. It may not exactly match the dire expression she has but it is clear she doesn't want Almonde to get into any danger. This mission was already suspected to be difficult. Not that she doubts the woman's abilities. But should something happen, Esme wants her to know that she is here for her. They need each other and not a moment will be spared hesitating to watch Almonde's back.*
Calvin
*The sight was horrible and horrific to the eyes of the devotee, she didn't blame the spiders for feeding yet this display of death to a devotee of life was a heavy load to bear. With a careful ear, she listened carefully to the words of the witch. Her feet were planted to where she was, afraid to take a step. She didn't fear the spiders, it was failure that she feared. But, she shook her head as her focus returned to the situation at hand.*

```"Understood. I'll do my best. Thank you."```

*Almonde would say as she focused on breathing slolwy, as she was slightly overwhelmed by the sight of so many dead. Taking the first steps into the shallow waters, the water was seemly ankle deep at first. The muddy waters were a mix of rain water, cavern water and God knows what else. Luckily for the pair, the shallow waters provided a clear way to walk without fear of webs yet it wasn't all rainbows. Almonde carefully ducked underneath a long thread of webbing that blocked the way forward. Soon, the pair found themselves in the middle of this grand cavern. It was slow and steady with them. Slow breathing and silence, as their feet slolwy pushed forward along the waters. The occasional bone would be stepped on, which alerted the devotee to be careful where she stepped. The muddy waters made it difficult to see.*

```"H- Hello? Is any- anyone there? Hey! Help me."```

*A distant voice suddenly echoed through the cavern as the skin on Almonde's body shot with adrenaline. The devotee began to look around and her eyes met with that of a drow. The entangled drow was a few meters above the pair, webbed onto the walls of the cavern. Only one eye could be seen as a large part of his body was webbed, he did not panic nor moved. His voice was low and his tone was rather authoritative.*

```"Assist me, or I scream alerting the dark ones to you. Either we leave together or we die here, humans."```
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*The drow said in a lower tone, his eye had an expression of desperation to them. Almonde slowly turned to the witch as she'd be speechless, to avoid the man from panicking, the devotee provided a thumbs up to the trapped drow. Looking closer, his arm seemed to be missing, his voice harsh and torn as if he screamed for ages, his eye was blood shot red. Almonde would softly whisper to Esme.*

```"What shall we do? I wish to save him but I fear he may not have our safety in his best interest. Also. If something comes, we could hide the waters. It's shallow but muddy enough to hide?"```

*She whispered softly as the devotee shared all her thoughts on the situation. It was a hard situation to manage and handle, but the devotee had faith in the witch.*
Merle
"Like I said, it's going to be-"

*Esme then halts in her reassurance, whipping her head in the direction of the voice. Her suspicions of the imagination have been confirmed. While she is not inconvenienced by this, a life is a life no matter what. It does however, make their situation more difficult. Craning forward a little bit, being exceptionally careful of where she steps. Esme's eyes land upon the desperate drow and a frown quickly displays on her features. But perhaps there can be something to gain here and as she cautiously shifts through the water. Esme decides already that it is in their best interest, his and overall the better interest for life in general to help.*

*As he ushers commands the witch promptly puts a finger to her lips to tell him to silence himself. If he panics, he will put them all in unneeded danger. Her gaze is soft and with her eyebrows slightly raised, she tries to let him know from her body posture alone that she isn't going to just leave him. It's dangerous here and she most move slowly if she is to properly help him.*

"Assist me in helping him. Drow or not, he is still a man who doesn't deserve a cruel death. Even if he intends to betray us, we can be aware and prepare." *Esme promptly whispers towards Almonde as she draws closer. Her hands are up to let him know that she means no harm.*

"Do not fret, tell me where you are most bound so that we may assist." *Esme now whispers towards the poor man. Her golden gaze remains soft, her voice like a lullaby still even in this situation. With a gentle smile she tries to get as close as she can to the trapped drow without setting off any websense of the spiders. They need information and even if he is of ill-intent, he can can still give insight as to what trapped him here in the first place. Given he is still alive, that means it is likely close by given he must have been wrapped not too long ago.*

"Try not to squirm too much. I promise we will get you out but you must work with us to ensure the safety of all three."
Calvin
*Almonde would halt her movement, as she'd begin to study the webbing around the drow as well keeping an eye out for anything that could appear from the dark corners of the cavern. Her barriers could trap or halt a foe, perhaps blind a foe or heal the man's wounds. But in terms of finding a way to untangle the man, she was stuck. Providing a firm nod towards the witch as she'd follow her lead. Her body language was tense and slow, while the witch attempt to speak to the drow. The devotee kept a watch out, making sure to nothing surprises the trio.*

```"Sounds like a plan, if anything pops up, I can possibly command them to flee. The best I can do is give us more time. I have a dagger if you need it."```

*Her voice was sharp as the intense situation had the devotee on edge. A small amount of shame gell onto her as she'd believe that she wouldn't be as useful a she'd hoped.*

*The drow watched and listened carefully, his movements were still and his one eye began to soften. It seems like the witch's actions had calmed him down enough. Softly the desperate began to breath slowly and whispered his answer.*

```"Very well. My chest. Most bound."```

*He spoke in his harsh and broken voice once more, the drow seemed to cooperate even if he was too pleased to be saved by humans. A hue of humiliation could be seen in his one eye. The drow was entangled fully, yet as he pointed out, the mass of his webbing would be on the center of his body. The witch could get 3 meters close to him as the floor began to meet the edge of the waters. Looking up, he was 3 meter above the wall and below were other cocoons of dead drows.*

```"Hurry. The dark ones linger with hunger."```
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*He would whisper out as he awaited whatever solution could be made to save him. Almonde would slolwy arrive by the witch's side, trying her best to provide an additional solution.*

```"3 meters, give or take. I... I cared for wounded and injuries. That's a serious fall. I could create a slide barrier for him or something? Maybe? I'm not sure."```

*Almonde wasn't very confident in her abilities, she wasn't sure if she spoke the words of a genius or a fool. Her barriers could make the fall easier to manage, a slide could work as well, but there still the matter of getting him out of the webbing.*

```"What if we throw a dagger at him and he cut his way out?"```

*Almonde suggested as she would pull out her dagger, not sounding too confident with her suggest.*

```"Ruthless but foolish."```

*The drow said upon hearing the words from Almonde, he seemed to respect her ruthlessness yet also hated the foolishness.*
Merle
"Can you move your arms?" *Esme promptly whispers.*

*The dagger plan is a good one if he can actually utilize the too. But if he seems willing, then that must mean he should be able to move them somewhat. But a dagger alone will not be able to cut giant spider webbing so quickly. Fire is the best option but that's going to be dangerous due to just how flammible this whole cave is. Burning to death, as ironic as it is for the witch, is also not a preferred way to go. Suffocation paired with that makes the concept even worse, causing small shivers to be sent down her spine. Which is why she is still moving forwards without causing must disturbance. She is is willing to start cutting with her own dagger as well if need be.*

"If you can create something for him to slide down on, good." *She promptly answers Almonde before looking back up.*
"If you can cut yourself out. If you are injured at all, I can help you."

*This whole situation is a big risk but at this point they have no choice but to take them. Esme pulling out her own dagger. She takes a look at it, questioning how she is going to get up there? No, how stupid. She can shapeshift and land if there is space for it. Sure, she may need to hang a little and get into his personal bubble. But if things are sturdy enough around him paired with Almonde's slide, it can be done. Which is why she turns towards the priestess to let her know of this crucial information.*

"I can also fly up as a small bird and revert back. We want to create as little disturbance as possible on the web but we also need to get him out as quick as possible. Can your slide handle two bodies? Actually no- I can fly the second it is cut."