The remaining body inthe water comes to life and begins thrashing, as D'Artagnon reaches with the boathook. He just manages to hook on the bodes lashing the victim's hands together. The pole is almost wrenched from his hands, but he hangs on, and drags the swimmer over to the dock to haul him up to safety. It is Jo, the half-elf druid he'd met only minutes before, sputtering and spitting water.
The great eagle that has been hover about, lands heavily on the druid's shoulder and begins preenign Jo's tousled hair.
Atella awakes to a lumpish, greenish face staring at him in concern. He's sopping wet, and his hands and feet are tingling with pins and needles.