More icemold!
“Crap,” I said as I straightened up, quickly. “Stay back!” And then I stuck one arm out to stop Teresa from crowding in. I didn’t have to even look. Adventurers are kinda predictable that way.
They’re predictable about not liking it when you keep them back, either. “I’m all grown-up, Shamus,” Teresa told me. “I can dodge, and everything.”
“Can you dodge icemold?” I asked her. “Because some of its insides are smeared with the stuff.”
“On the other hand,” Teresa said without missing a beat, “the best way to survive a poison dart trap is to be somewhere else when it goes off. Why the hell is icemold in that thing?” That last bit was a little muffled, thanks to the towel now wrapped around her mouth and nose. I have to admit, Adventurers are creative in finding uses for those things.