Swaying, the elf barely manages to keep herself standing, both hands underneath her stomach as if to hold it up without her legs having to be involved. Her mouth stays open, tongue dangling and drooling, as if unwilling to accept that nothing else was going to be coming down it in the immediate future. Dragon? Sure, there was a dragon. She should probably get away from that. She begins unsteadily tottering towards the hallway, listening to her stomach start to gurgle and wincing as she feels claws digging into her stomach.<br/><br/>[[Down to 13 HP, 8/12 remaining of the stomach. Trying to get out of easy dragon bite range. Not sure what the potion-upgraded digestion damage is, but without aid it's 1d6 bludgeoning, 1d6 acid:<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/150253">Digestion Damage</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">2#1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">5</span><span style="font-weight: bold">5</span>]]