i. from the deep

[Ending up in a situation where he has no idea what he's doing isn't new to Aloth and when there's a call for volunteers to help deal with monsters, he jumps at the chance. Well, he doesn't actually jump, that's very unbecoming and really, Iselmyr doesn't need more stories to share with their companions about the one time he let his guard down.

He separates from the other volunteers once they're out taking care of the monsters, grimoire in one hand while his scepter is clenched in the other, looking for creatures that aren't engaged in a fight. After some searching, he does find some and starts to work, grimoire and scepter glowing as the sky glitters around the creatures and distracts them as large writhing things that could be could be called tentacles burst from the ground and grab them with a firm grip and crush them.]

v. network

[There's a burst of static before there's the sound of somewhere busy fills the feed and someone close by clearing their throat.]

I'm looking for some assistance in helping stop a fight. It seems a...misunderstanding happened.

[Another voice speaks up, similar but with a rougher speech and accent from the first.]

Aye, nobody here can take a joke. They're as bad as ye, lad.

[There's some light coughing before the first voice starts speaking again.]

Please ignore that. Any assistance would be appreciated. Any.

[He might sound a little desperate at the end there.]