Dak sniffs the air, agitated. Somthing is tugging at the corner of his mind, worrying him. He opens his mouth and closes it a few times, as if the words he wants to say are trying to come out of thier own accord. He frowns at the ceiling, and licks his muzzle. Then he trots over to Atlas, retrieving his staff and patting the giant on the arm. He then goes to comfort the mule while calling up to Leesea in a hoarse whisper.
"Miz Leesea, what color was we on? I cain't remember, and them grey folks won't say." He fingers his crossbow, but instead begins to call upon the spirits of earth to wreak havoc on vitals of the bat-thing, should it show itself again.
[ooc: Dak readies Attack from Within, Earth and will cast it if the bat-thing comes within the spell's range. Don't have my book here, Dak is level 5, Wis mod +4]