<span style="font-weight: bold">Synys</span><br/><br/>The blackscale continues to struggle and strain against your stromach, great bulges appearing as he uses his full strength... and immediately being crushed back by yours. It doesn't even seem that he's able to find either exit, let alone force them open... and his near-helpless, disorientated struggles are as pleasurable as having any living meal digesting within your tum. He pauses a moment as you make your offer, blows becoming, for a moment, massages... but it doesn't last. "You mean to digest me anyway," he snarls, "for what mammal could pass such an opportunity," and the strength of his efforts to escape redoubles...<br/><br/>Blackscale damage total 18... (I rolled a nat twenty on his sense motive, but I guess you're happier with that than if his escape check had gone well...)<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Xarces</span><br/><br/>Area A6 is empty. As he approaches Area A9, Xarces pauses, sensing muffled breathing, the shifting of weapons, ahead of him. Some number of blackscales, probably no more than two or three, lie in ambush behind a hastily-assembled pile of detrius at the end of the corridor approaching area A9... to approach further into the corridor would near guarantee being spotted...