Finding himself rather quickly frustrated with the material the netting was made of he grit his teeth together some, cursing under his breath, before reaching out and gently grasping Shaala by the scruff of her neck to sooth his companion. Instead he sheathed his dagger and shifted his focus to untangling her. He watched quietly for a moment whilst toiling with the netting and listened both to his companions and the Yeti before them. Something was very wrong, something had been very wrong from the beginning, and he'd felt such a way from the moment these beasts burst from beneath the surface of the ground. Taking what his companions had both spoken and motioned into account he gathered his senses the best he could and reevaluated. Taking stock of what had played out thus far, what could play out, and what his next move should be. This situation had been bad, it could escalate to worse, and he needed to decide whether it should...<br/><br/>At 2017-09-21 19:59:21, Endwell (uid: 62091) rolls: 1d20k1 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=107942) + 12 = 18