Brokhem picked up his scoop, grabbed a bottle, and headed toward the slug, which was moving away at a bit over a walking pace. He pulled slightly ahead, found a flat root to put the bottle down, and walked toward the slug. As he got close he reached out his hand, trying not to get too close, but as he strained a flickering blur of shadow began around him. He stepped back, closed his eyes, and could be seen to try and collect himself. After a minute the blur stopped. He stepped forward again, scooped, poured, and capped, before walking back to the others.