John feels something wet on his elbow where he banged it, sticking his robe's sleave to the sensitive skin beneath. Scrag gets the eerie feeling that the more he thinks about it, the more he catches the attention of some... other... thing, somehow watching him from every dark corner of this place. Roderic notices the pained expressions of intelligent thought forming on Scrag's hideous face, and his own sense of dread seems to grow from an annoyance to a grinding sensation against his very soul. It feels like it gets worse the more everyone thinks about it.