Drivan lets out a slight yelp as his arm is pulled into the old man's ear canal and he becomes stuck in a rather awkward position...
There is a slightly panicky tone to Drivan's voice as he says, "There's something in here... and it's sniffing my hand..."
Drivan contemplates unleashing a barrage of magic missiles but he quickly changes his mind.
"I believe the old man is talking about rats in his mind... or in this micro-dimension that is his mind..."
Drivan slowly and cautiously feels around with his hand, feeling for a firm handhold to see if he might perhaps be able to pull the rest of his body through this old man's ear canal...
There is a slightly panicky tone to Drivan's voice as he says, "There's something in here... and it's sniffing my hand..."
Drivan contemplates unleashing a barrage of magic missiles but he quickly changes his mind.
"I believe the old man is talking about rats in his mind... or in this micro-dimension that is his mind..."
Drivan slowly and cautiously feels around with his hand, feeling for a firm handhold to see if he might perhaps be able to pull the rest of his body through this old man's ear canal...