“Mystara! Mystara, wake up!” Rasmus pleads with no sign of response coming from the soaking wet witch held firmly in his arm.
Rasmus is clinging onto a rock wall that hangs over the water by a couple of feet. As they were floating down the river, his eye caught sight of the narrow opening in the rocks above. If it is a cave, it will be the perfect place for them to hide. But with the witch unconscious in his arm, he is losing strength and hope to execute his plan.
As a last resort, he struggles to get her fingers entwined into hers. He slips the Druid’s Whisper easily from her wet finger and places it on the first knuckle of his own index finger. Not sure of exactly what to do, he looks up to the cave and begs for a way in. After a moment of silence and no movement from above, he has all
