[ As a another person joins, the roots of the creature twist and turn as if agitated by his presence, but… There’s uncertainty. The voice they heard doesn’t speak, nor does the cacophony that Barnaby had heard earlier. But the vines and roots withdraw.
The strange, almost glowing skull seems to regard Emet-Selch for a moment as if looking at him, but it’s hard to tell if that’s really the case. It might want to communicate something it can’t, or maybe it’s just evaluating. But Barnaby is released, slowly, and the roots of the creature seem to sink into the ground further. It gets a bit smaller, the light of the cavity dimming, and it steps back into a thicket the opposite way.
It seems it’s chosen to flee rather than to continue this confrontation, at least. ]
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The strange, almost glowing skull seems to regard Emet-Selch for a moment as if looking at him, but it’s hard to tell if that’s really the case. It might want to communicate something it can’t, or maybe it’s just evaluating. But Barnaby is released, slowly, and the roots of the creature seem to sink into the ground further. It gets a bit smaller, the light of the cavity dimming, and it steps back into a thicket the opposite way.
It seems it’s chosen to flee rather than to continue this confrontation, at least. ]