"...what? Oh, me? Mais—"

"J'pense que you know more about this than anyone else here and you could explain it much better than for example me or Simone."

"...fair. I suppose I'll go back, then." He leaves Tristan's bag of supplies there and goes back to the ladder to climb it up.

One of the slimes "looks" up at him curiously and then at Elisabel.

"He's going up the ladder," she informs it, in case this is how it will go about learning English. "He'll be back."

If it understood that, it is not showing evidence of it.

"So... I am still nervous about how exposed I actually am. Would this dungeon consider me setting up a ward around us provocation?"

"...I would tentatively guess not? Like, that's the sort of thing you might do anyway. ...it might, uh, not exactly work, though, if you'd expect to still be able to sit on boxes and stuff that were inside the ward. It might pretend it worked out of... dungeon courtesy."

"Hmm. I suppose I will try and see what happens, but the three of you should prepare to run in case it does anything scary?"

"Keeping my eyes peeled yep. He's gonna cast a ward," she adds to the dungeon. "Nothing you haven't seen before, it's okay."

Wobble wobble.

"Bien." He starts casting.

Tank wards are typically not very long casts; even the ones that aren't cast reflexively to block something in a fraction of a second are typically built with the possibility of responding to live threats in mind. Longer casts do exist, but those are typically the purview of the dedicated spellcasters. This is one of the faster ones.

It's not fast enough. Between the time when Tristan starts and finish the sub two-second cast, two slimes have made their way into the warded area, and are now under the forcefield alongside everyone else.

They don't do anything more, though. Just stay there, wobbling.

"There's two slimes that scooted in with you. ...maybe if you really wanted warding to work in here you'd start with something that was personal-space-envelope sized and could be grown with successive additions."

"I don't think I have anything like that. Do you?" he asks Simone.

"Non."

"Well, yes, this'd be for a future trip."

"So, there are slimes in here with us. Attacking them would sûrement count as provocation, not that I can even see them to do it. So we do not have a way to truly protect ourselves from the dungeon. And yet all they do is... pretend to be objects?" He walks over to a place where an illusory box should be.

One of the slimes obligingly rushes over to be solid for his foot.

She giggles a little. "They pretend to be other stuff too, whenever a skeleton hit you a slime was participating."

"But they could attack me now if they wanted and I would not even know. Might not feel it? If the illusion goes beyond sounds and images and could affect whether I feel pain."

"I don't know if it can do that. I guess it's not out of the question. The only things it definitely doesn't seem to be able to do without slimes are impede physical movement and zap electronics." She turns to the nearest slime. "Can I have something to sit on too? A chair so high?" Gesture.

Wobble wobble?

..........will it let her goosh it into a chair shape?

Nope, when she tries to reach for it it hops out of the way.