*Invellion, your familiar reports that the water is cool, pleasent, feels quite invigorating, and he's like to swim in it again sometime.*
*Mourn quickly gathers up the magical items he noted, as his strange hound vanishes back into the place from whence it came. The sheet of leather turns out to be a cloak of some sort. The massive silver ring has a ram's head carved on it. The crumpled bit of cloth is a robe with many patches on it, patches that resemble normal objects like a bucket, a ladder, and a coil of rope.*
*Jarrijan collects the three things he knows belonged to the grippli warriors. One was the white-tipped spear, the spearhead made from a rare metal called icesteel. It was traded over vast distances and was a prized possession of Yrippri for that reason. The gourd is a potion, one that would allow a person to become invisible. Terlip must have died before she could have used it. The scroll case does not actually contain a scroll, but rather has a collection of ten darts in it, fletched with hummingbird feathers for speed, and tipped with a serpant's tooth to always strike true. These belonged to Zarash, one of the tribe's best marksmen.*
*Carefully wrapping Doran up in a spare cloak, you take your sad burden to the surface. When you arrive, you see that most of the tribe is assembled, and Vi-Tach is holding a large wooden bowl. To your relief, Rappai, you see the bowl is full of fresh water and a multitude of small, colorful fish. It must be from the spring; you've succeeded!*