The mix of red, blue, and yellow produces an odd sort of dark brown paste with the consistency of chocolate pudding, leaning neutral.  The smell's rather odd: like if mold grew by the seaside.<br/><br/>Cadrick glares at Lang for the moment after hearing her remark, but something stops him as he opens his mouth.  The ground rumbles, as if the framework beneath the stones is starting to shift.  "Uhh, companions?" Cadrick asks.  "I think that might be our enemy.  We might want to deal with that."