He had sat down by the wall, and was watching the room in case the ooze decided to do something interesting, like spawn an eldritch abomination or something similar. As they discussed how to get to the possible treasure, he weakly waved to the others, getting their attention. "Tomorrow, after I have... recovered all my spells... I can polymorph us into... something like a choker or an air elemental... so we can look around without wandering in the ooze. That ooze drained most of my magic... before I purged it, so I need to rest. Besides, not like we are in any real rush. The army is several days away... unless the intel was completely wrong."