The Weasel continues to consult with his evil garments, further expanding his convoluted but brilliant plan. First, he looks to Chanoc and Faolan. "Can either of you two oafs communicate with animals?"
Next, he orders some of his followers to gather the remaining two blankets not being used as his evil companion or as a fire pit and shape them into large sacks, fill the sacks with enough debris, preferably dry cloth and wood, to make them comfortably weighted for hurling twenty-five to thirty feet, and loosely tie them off with rope. If there is not enough dry material, he will use Prestigitation
to dry it.
"Anyone here competent enough to cast the spell Grease
?" he asks. "I had a dream recently that might soon be coming true."
As time permits in the planning and waiting, the Weasel will try to recover a spell slot or two (having currently used one 0 level slot on cleaning the water earlier, and possibly another drying the debris).