The whip transforms back into an octopus, and the figure kneels down and holds out its finger to its familiar, showing affection for its victory.
At last, the lashes prove too much, and the sahuagin falls dead. He struggles, but cannot escape the whip, and is jerked this way and that. Before the scout can react, he is lashed with the whip and hopelessly ensnared. Suddenly, the octopus flies backward at impossible speed, transforming into a long tentacle-whip, gripped by the figure he had not noticed.
The sahuagin's attention is drawn to a spectral octopus that crawls along the beach toward him.
A short figure trails him from behind a patch of dune grass. Familiar Master Two Beings, One Purpose Ī sahuagin scout exits the water, approaching the nearby coastal town, looking for easy victims.