Wen makes the effort to pen his note; a frustrating procedure in the hot, blustering, gale. The quill seems to have a petulant life of its own, skittering madly in the wind, so that Wen is eventually forced to strip the feathers from it in order to write sensibly. Even then, the sheaf of paper flails like a speared boar as he writes, and the ink on his pen seems dry after every second rune is writ. None the less, he eventually has the note scrawled out legibly.
Meanwhile, Highbough observes that the stone ring itself stands half-burried in the moving sands, so busies himself clearing the red silica away so that the whole of the magic-circle might be revealed. With the sandstorm in progress, it is a futile effort; any sand dug out is soon replaced by more of the same. With a concerted effort, it is possible to expose the full device for long enough to use it, but there is no doubt it will be inundated again within minutes...
Both elves are sure that any scroll case left lying about would surely suffer the same fate.
the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak, lantern
; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges; torch