But you don’t get much time to think about that before the net floats out of Drip’s hands and wraps around Arlene.
“I hope you’re done?” Marian asks, a little judgmentally. She stares at the mass of slime, which you think you dropped right as you tackled Drip. “What on earth is that?”
“I found it underwater,” you say. “I think it’s got something to do with whatever’s going on here. There’s something stuck inside it, but whatever it is, it’s in immense pain and I feel the pain if I try to pull it out.”
“Hmm.” Marian frowns. “Don’t sense any ether, which means this would have to be either chemical or divine. And if it was out in the water, it would be hard for any substance it gives off to affect people on the shore.”
Divine, huh. You glance down at Drip. He seems a little confused.
“Well, you’re the priest. You have any thoughts on what that is?”
Drip stares at it and weakly mutters something strange. You think it’s an explanation, but not one you can make any sense of.
Unforgotten guerdon of the misbegotten numen