The rest of them were standing on the raft, looking mostly unharmed. A few torn Capture Nets hung from its edge.
Like other creatures of the Underworld, the Kuo-toa were also fond of capturing slaves.
In addition, they required a large number of living sacrifices to offer to their false Gods, which was why they favored tools like Person-Catching Forks and Capture Nets.
Kase, longbow in hand, shouted, "They seem to have retreated."
"Mr. Colin, Ale, are you two okay?" Orelia shouted, cupping her hands around her mouth.
"We're fine!" Colin called back.
As he was about to get up, he suddenly realized his hand was still pinned under Ale's waist.
Ale didn't seem to have noticed.
She silently sat up and stared at the flowing lake water, looking somewhat annoyed.
"What's wrong? Is something the matter?" Colin asked.
Ale stroked the prod of her Heavy Crossbow, looking dejected. "I think it got knocked a little crooked. And those Fishmen were so filthy."
