"Bastard has a new way of controlling the basilisk. He led us into a trap where I lost all but those two to the snake’s gaze. I’m hoping a couple of the last ones were only petrified but I can’t be certain." His head flopped back onto the pillow after all that exertion. "The three of us barely managed to get out of there but we got lost in that maze of tunnels downstairs. I thought we were going to die of thirst for a while now. When we got to that false wall, I thought our goose was cooked but fortune favored us as I slumped forward and put my hand out to slow my fall."