Navigating past the terrible tower of zappiness, they return to the medusa’s lair – but first spend several minutes shooting arrows at the forest of tentacles that apparently still guards this area. Once vanquished, they go about locating the dwarven coat rack and smear the jelly onto him.
Minutes pass and nothing happens. Paranoia stars swirling. Is it a trick? Was it a ruse to lure them all here so they could be disposed of beneath the city? Errmehgerrd!
More jaded heads prevail and they decide to sit a while and see if the stuff just takes time. What if it takes so much time that they are trapped by the tentacles again? Should they shuffle the stoney one into the hallway and wait there? What if they’re attacked…and so on.
Happily, the time spent dithering allows the magical goop to fun...