Dreadstone eyes the water with caution. Gnaw seems willing and eager enough to cross, but Dreadstone is hesitant. His training had been primarily geared toward urban combat, so they had reduced the emphasis on traversing natural obstacles that the field rangers received. Not to say he couldn't swim, but to do so while fully equipped and armor?
"Somehow it never occurred to someone up top that sewers would fall under 'urban,'" he mutters to himself.
He receives Stricia's news of a humanoid gripping the ceiling ahead with a scowl. "Well," he reasons, "at least he won't be takin' us by surprise, even if he does get a literal drop on us."
He turns and eyes the tentacled monster that smells of apples. It still seems to remain friendly, but turning his back on it runs counter to the tiefling's nature. Could it swim? If it was smart enough to be capable of speech, is it smart enough to be working with the ambusher ahead? "We're wastin' time," he whispers to everyone. "That thing's been waitin' to be fed for a while, he can wait a while longer. There's nothin' here for us to feed it anyway."
((I'm guessing Draco is the only one who knows anything about Dungeons right?))
((It's actually one of Dreadstone's class skills, but I never put any points in it : /))