"There is something down there-" Her staff nudged against something too solid to be mud or reeds, something lodged in the much. Without proper leverage she couldn't quite manage but if the bridge were a touch more solid she could get the end of it underneath and possibly shove it up. Or- well. She withdrew her staff and tapped the muck covered end against the dock, frost flowing from the tips of her fingers to form a long, sharp hook on the bottom. After a moment more to reinforce it she dipped it back under and hooked the end around whatever it was- roots, a large fish, a mass of reeds and waste.

"Maxwell, a little assistance? I cannot quite haul it up."