(And concealment failed (by 1) to do anything. Good thing the damage-splitting doesn't stop just because the victim dies. Time to put those weird "on 0 HP" rules to use!)<br/><br/>The Cloaker shrieks in pain, suddenly aware that it is closer to death than it has ever been in its existence. It is also more than a little bit annoyed to notice that the elf is most definitely slain - it had such plans, after all. Continuing to flee, carrying the corpse and dripping mixed blood everywhere, it slides back around the corridor another 40 feet, making sure not to touch the floor.<br/><br/>(It will stop just shy of the glowing dot traps. Note that the corridor of spiked death is now between them, as well as more twisting passages. With luck, it might be able to reach someone who can grant a little healing. The forge door is barred from the inside, using a "Say who you are and we'll open it" policy.)