SnorLoska crouches down behind a rock and takes in the scene in front of him with sharp eyes. Is there anything different out there since last time we were here?
Kneeling down and observing the strange grooved tracks running across the long cavern, SnorLoska comes to the inescapable conclusion that those strange, tentacled stalactite creatures must have dragged their heavy bodies through here, breaking the crystal formations as they went.
SnorLoska relates his observations to the rest of the group. "We need to be careful. Those tentacle things must have found another place to perch from."
"With luck perhaps they encountered the tree. Probably fleeing the stonefaces. Lets take some time to recover. I wouldn't want to lose anyone at such a critical juncture." Mord walked up to study the captured ship while rubbing his injured shoulder.
SnorLoska settles down near the ship and tends his wounds. He keeps an watchful eye up to the ceiling of the cavern trying to see if there are any unusual stalactites up there.