The mage allowed the steadily destabilizing house to turn attention away from him. He wasn't sure what drove him to do what he did previously, but he put the issue out of his mind at the moment to come to a conclusion: the sage could be eliminated later, and possibly through reason with the group, but he was particularly interested in the contents of the wardrobe; he only needed to pay attention to it to feel the enchantments there were stronger than even the enchantments that were creating cracks in the floor around him in what was beginning to resemble an earthquake. He could not open it alone... or could he?

He looked to the talisman in his hand, which was becoming very warm his palm, having not stopped on the house's account in its drawing of surrounding energy. He stood, looking Isabeau, the big man who had charged through the wall, and the halfling who had partially created a path out. The house would fall before they could all get out the door of the supposed cottage; a structure where the space within was no doubt at least partially designed to slow enemies down. Removing the wardrobe on the spot before the house came down to render extraction a complicated affair, or assisting all involved to leave before any casualties resulted.

The mage was practical, but not without conscience.

He channeled the power of the talisman to aid his own skills in shoving the mess almost completely out of the way, enabling a path for the lioness and others to more easily leave the room, and channeled a strong blast of air with wisps of yellow magic into the cottage wall near the doorway, blowing an open hole that quickly filled with rain. Though they were not on the ground floor, he figured he wouldn't burn out both his own energies and the talisman just yet. He countered the house's enchantments with his own mind, a strenuous task; but one he hoped would allow him to keep the house's immediate hallway and the room together long enough to enable a quick exit.

"Leave now," he yelled with a hint of strain in his voice, pointing towards the open hole. "The wind will catch you!" he added, knowing full well that adding th at to his present list of tasks would end poorly if not for his mind, then the golem body that he felt was beginning to lose substance within.