SpoilerYou shake and struggle. Panic! Will you ever escape this shell!?
SpoilerYou feel more of the shell give, but not enough!
You gain an additional +2 to your escape check.
The two humanoids by the fire sit in surprised silence for a second. The one grey creature that was shouting at the other, now with a dull look in its eyes, lets the other one go and crouches down toward you. In the same gruff voice before, now quite calm, it speaks to you in a language that you know is not Draconic but nevertheless can understand. "I'm sorry little lizard. I don't... understand what you're saying." The tone is neither frightened, nor angry, nor friendly. It's simply quite calm.