Tinka nodded, casting the spell.  Her eyes glowed silver around the edges for a few moments as she closed in on the twitching creature.  She prodded it with the butt of her staff a few times just to be sure, then got a little closer.<strong>"Hmmm."</strong>She muttered then said something under her breath, obviously thinking aloud.  Then rolling up the sleeves of her robe reached in and drew out Velma's dagger from it's eye.  The ichor coated blade dripped with the foul creature's juice and she held it out to Velma distastefully, pinching the pommel between thumb and forefinger.<strong>"Well, not only do I detect charm spells on the creature, but evidence of repeated charms.  No doubt in my mind, a spell caster was passing through here, and fairly regularly.  I don't know enough about these things, slime crawlers or carrion crawlers they are called, to tell you much about them.  No idea if someone could 'train' one to be a pet without repeated charming at least.   But..."  </strong>Tinka trailed off.<strong> "Did you hear that?"</strong><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><em>-edit-</em></div><br/>Velma did hear something.  A grinding noise heard over the non stop dripping and running sounds of rain water filtering in from the city above and running down stream.  They'd been down for so long the steady sound of water running, trickling, dripping, had become like a white background noise to the both of them.  But now that grinding nosie, faint, in the distance, but echoing off the ancient stone walls of the damp sewer tunnels was a jarring counterpoint.<br/><br/><strong>"What is that?"</strong>Tinka whispered,<strong>"I'm sure it's not a good sign..."</strong><br/><br/>The grinding noise stopped and a dull metallic thunk sounded, again echoing from somewhere in the distance, somewhere up ahead.  The sound of a metal gate opening or closing.  So far there hadn't been much in the way of gates down here, but there had been one kind that the duo had passed a few times in their search...  flood gates.