"IT SHALL BE DONE! AWAY, I SAY! TO ADVENTURE!" Sylvester runs off, key in hand, grenade in the other. It is several minutes before he returns. "...Which way to the tower?" He wheezes and sits on a charred log, leaning his head on his hand. The grenade is gone, and his hair is sizzled. He looks through his bag and takes out a couple of ingredients and a metal container, trying to make a grenade for later.

(ROLLED TEN. POWAH NUMBAH!)

He creates the most powerful grenade he has ever created, stainless, shining and pure white. A single teardrop drips from his eye. He stores the Awe Inspiring Hand Grenade of Awe in his bag for an emergency later...And pulls out a piece of bread, having a snack. "Sheriushlee ouh," He swallows the bit of bread he was eating, "Where?"