[Namur's punch dislodges a few little bits of masonry from up above, which bounce away in the darkness. The vine, springy and more than tough enough to bear even a bulky fishman's weight, doesn't seem to mind in the slightest.
From somewhere inside the building, muffled but practically thunderous in the midst of all this damp silence, there come a couple of wooden-sounding thunks.]
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From somewhere inside the building, muffled but practically thunderous in the midst of all this damp silence, there come a couple of wooden-sounding thunks.]