<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/26/f4/c5/26f4c54135ee0eb5bdda10e7b0b2cddf.jpg)</div>The sly statement from Gwyndolin is considered for a moment by the lead female, her earfins flapping for a moment as if considering.  "There was a time," she whispers out, "That this was not our riv-"  Her voice cuts off abruptly as the shadow begins to form and draws up a hand pointing at the shadow, "What manner of mysticism is this?  Hold shadow-witch!"  The other aquatic creatures tense, hefting weapons, preparing themselves.  This is only further exacerbated by Gwyndolin disappearing into the shadow.<br/><br/>"Find her," barks the leader to the naked merrow in the water.  With a flip of skin and fins, she dives under and begins to hunt, prowling through the water, quickly becoming hidden in the thrown up sand and dust in the river.<br/><br/>Standing in the woods behind a tree, Gwyndolin has a view of the leader, the male with the trident, and the net-wielding female.  The back of their necks, long and slick looking begin to raise small finned ridges as they refocus themselves on those who remain on the bridge.  Slowly they begin to move forward, leaving wet footprints on the stone, weapons raised.<br/><br/>"Fighting will do you no good," comes two simultaneous heavily accented, almost gurgled voices from the twins as they begin to pincer in behind the Delvers.  "Submit to us and you live."  The one with the quarterstaff's lips pull back showing sharp teeth and he adds to Rose, "Want either of us to handle you?"  A hissing chuckle comes from his brother, but is cut off by a croak from the leader, glaring at them from across the stone archway.<br/><br/><strong>Delvers, what do you do?</strong>