Robilar murmured something about magical intuition and animal feces.
Terik was more gracious. "Is that the same magical intuition that told you it was safe to drink from that well on the second level?"
Murlynd bristled. "Intuition does not detect traps. And how was I to know the water would turn into snakes?"
"Can we discuss this later?" Yrag interjected. "Help search the rest of these eigers."
Mordenkainen was already poking around. "If you find one still alive, keep it for a prisoner. We need to find out if they have a lair nearby..."