Corrag stares at the body, then looks at Arfel. "Well. it's<em>clearly</em>diseased. But you've already manhandled it, so you're doomed anyway. Might as well lug it out like the last ones." A slow rumble, somewhere between a growl and a sigh. "Swimming up and down into these passages has given me a hunger, anyway. The caves aren't going anywhere."<br/><br/>Grit crunches underfoot as he turns, shouldering his axe, stalking back the way htey came. he pauses at the smashed remains of the blindheim, glaring at it, before snarling and kicking it the rest of the way into the pool from which it had come. Feeling bette, he continued towards where htye knew the exit to be.<br/><br/>This was a dead end. The torch was out, and he was just busy fishing floaters out of the town pond. "Come on, the frog's last meal is buying a round for us all."