Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20180906221355/@comment-24510587-20180911222538

Rolf did just that, clambering onto Moira's ice raft. He looked rather pale and sweaty, like someone about to vomit. Marr joined them not much later.

But they certainly weren't out of trouble. The bloated Netch was still thrashing its tentacles around, making the raft wobble dangerously. The sickly creature seemed more focussed on the pain it had been inflicted and the disturbance of its environment than on attacking the fellowship.