*Atlas picks up the long-suffering mule in his arms, and she gives him a reproachful glare. After all, she's supposed to be the one carrying things around here. You take your first step into the mushroom field, your large feet crushing several. There's a brief spark as they are rendered into paste, and you feel the electricity dancing along your skin. Realizing suddenly that a squished mushroom probably can't spark, you proceed to squish a broad path right across the room. The lizards seem to be enjoying the discharge and hum slightly.*
*Reaching the other side you set the mule down, neither of you worse for the wear.*
*Kelthet, you hear a faint banging coming from your backpack.*
*Reaching the other side you set the mule down, neither of you worse for the wear.*
*Kelthet, you hear a faint banging coming from your backpack.*