Tancred walks among the adventurers, clicking fingers by their ears, waving hands in front of their faces, and generally trying to attract their attention. There is no response. Each of the party stand still as statues.
"What's wrong with them, I wonder?" muses the Cavalier.
Karnas decides to air his views. "Well, can't be a Basilisk - they're still flesh. Unless some Joker's coming around with a barrel of Hold Person scrolls every five minutes, there could be some SERIOUS power behind this."
"And to make matters worse... there's no picnic." Tancred sits crosslegged, wondering what to do.
"I don't suppose you remembered to pack the Travel Scrabble?" asks the golden sword.
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