Wraislin apologizes for the lack of arcane fire spewing from his fingertips and reaping barbeque death, but he has been trying to find time to ascertain the range of the small arsenal of spells he has memorized in his gargantuan brain. A sleep could possibly remove the issue of imminent crossbow death for potential liftees, and a charm person might help with some chaos, both otherwise options seem limited.rredmond wrote:Did Wraist use his spell yet?