IC Savage Tides (Take 2)

[Farmerbink]

Gerald chuckles as Tarquin wonders at their survival, "No such luck, friend."

"Well, first we thank our lucky stars, or the Gods, or at least your parents for that wand. They might not have killed whatever that thing was, but we'd not be talking for some time yet without it." He looks around, frowning in the dim light of various orisons.

"And then we figure out what in the hells Mister Vanderboren is involved in, down here. Ideally, without dying."

Nathaniel gratefully accepts the added ministrations ((10/11 now)), and moves back to peer cautiously down the hallway where the zombies came from. A few moments later he creeps a few paces in, only to return and mutter, "Pool's dangerous, too." Gerald nods. "Best not leave it at our backs like that. I agree." The two brothers share a glance as they step close (but not *that* close), readying their favored blades.

"Just like fishing in a barrel, eh?"