The other shoe, or in this case, druid/rogue, drops

Manbearpig sighed, and silently surveyed the area.  Clearly this party would have need of his skills of squinting.  There would be no margin for error.  No rest for his soul until he'd discovered each and every...

Manbearpig stepped on a pressure plate and was hit with a dart in the neck.  "Dammit." he muttered, losing consciousness.

Tribby sighed.  "Don't worry everyone *I'LL* carry him..." she said, slinging him over her other shoulder.  Shitanya let out a little "hheey didja see da purdy starzzz..." before losing consciousness again.