Gorun staggers over to the stone box the priestess had created, leaning heavily against it and gritting his teeth against both the pain of the woman’s powers on him and against her attempts to escape.  He has to swallow repeatedly to ensure that she stays down, but until he does, he says nothing about everything going dark.  He’ll worry about that once she’s properly dissolving.  Given how hard she was for the group to take down, he’s not all that surprised that it takes a while before she finally stops struggling, signaling his belly’s victory over her.<br/>“All that seems to be left to do will be to locate and return the children,” he says, panting heavily and still sagging against the improvised fortress created by the woman now liquefying in his gut.  “I can only hope that we’ve no more fighting before we return to the town.  I’ll need a guide while we travel, unless any of you are capable of curing blindness.”  He smirks humorlessly, the expression distorted on his disfigured face.  “She didn’t go down without a forget-me-not.”<br/><br/>————————————————————<br/><br/>Not even bothering with the perception check, I can’t roll that high.