The repeating crossbow clip radiated no magic, nor did the symbol etched on it stir up any recognition from those present.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the solvent created by Pat began to work on the slime and dissolve it. Gradually a human was revealed to have been buried under all the green goop. She was clad reminiscent of King Gadley the Pantless's elite guards, with a once-thick breastplate - now dull, worn, and thin, as though the slime had been eating away at it slowly but steadily - covering her upper torso and half-dissolved greaves on her shins. Her thong must have been long dissolved by now, leaving her completely nude in between, as had any other fabrics she was wearing, as none remained. Unlike cloth and metal, though, her skin was unaffected by the slime, with not a single cut, bruise, or burn visible. Her mouth, vagina, and ass were opened unnaturally wide, as though large objects had been regularly inserted to spread her orifices and only recently removed before her body could close up. Thick sloppy goo, newer-looking and a darker shade of green than the rest, dribbled from her gaping holes. She was alive but unconscious, with weak pulse and shallow breathing. An egg-sized ruby lay in the palm of her right hand.