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There is a remarkably large plant in Havelock's bedroom.

It also seems to be alive, and it has just cut him off from the doorway to lessen his chances of escape. And escape certainly seems the wisest course of action as he has little idea how to kill the thing, and even as he pauses, tentacles are snaking towards him. He bites his lip and pulls out a knife, wondering how tough the things likely are, if they move unaided...

Then one darts downwards, wrapping around his ankle, and Havelock answers his own silent question by slicing hard through the tendril, which recoils, dripping greenish fluid. Others whip out towards him, seeking vengeance.

He sets his teeth grimly and makes a break for it, cutting what he can, attempting to tear past those he cannot.

It's a losing battle.

This may be a problem.