Chapter 1b - The Marsh Bell: Through Waters Underground
Gwydian shakes his head toward Navarre, signalling that he doesn't believe Mock saw the Dwarves, and even if he did, it wasn't real. "Let them know we're OK," the young man requests of Navarre, likely the better swimmer and not as weighed down.
As soon as he can get his feet on something solid, Gwydian slings off his now water-logged pack. "F#*k," he mumbles. In the moment, he hadn't thought but rather just acted. Packs get wet, but usually not like this. He would have to find a way to squeeze out the water and dry his belongings soon. For now, he needs light. Hoping the torches are well-made, he attempts to pull one out and see if it can still be lit using Mock's lamp.
OOC: I am assuming water up to our waist