"Fantastic."
The feed pivoted back, following the party through a narrower passage choked with stalagmites. Dripping echoed. Water pooled ankle-deep, making each step a whisper-splash. A fat albino rat scurried across a rock shelf and vanished; somewhere distant something hissed.
Ravager signaled silence—two curled fingers—then pointed down. Goblins halted. He crouched, brushed pooled water. A bubble slipped upward, popped. Gas vent beneath. He produced a small torch stub, splashed wax on the water surface, pinned a shard of wrecked pew through it as a float. When the bubble rose again it hit the wax raft, displacing without noise. Trial done, he advanced, testing each step for gas pockets before motioning others.
