"I don't know." Loki gave another glance to the well, weighing his options. Should he? Would it be too dangerous?

He sighed. They wouldn't learn any more if they left now.

And this could easily be the work of the same sorcerer who created the thorns.

"The gem was found by the well," said Loki, "and so the well may be worth seeing." He focuses on Eagle, on Bakura. "If anything goes wrong, anything, run and take that back to the king. Perhaps one of his advisors will prove more useful than he, and will recognize it."

He stepped up on the rim of the well, and crouched. This would be difficult, given the transformation he had already undertaken, but he saw no other option. He took a breath, and forced.

For a moment, his form would not go, and then it snapped into tentacles and gills.

The undersize octopus weakly lowered himself into the water, unwrapped a steadying tentacle from the well's top, and swam for the bottom.