Dremmick shook his head sheepishly, "Nope, just concentrating my magic energy in one place, the spell paper did the rest," he urged. He then unwrapped his hand and showed them, and, in fact, there was a fresh burn there. "See? It still burns honestly." He wrapped it back up in fresh cloth and flexed his hand a few times so it would stretch into place. "However, this is not quite the time for idle chat, is there anyone else in need of medical attention? If not I would like to speak with those two dragon-slayers about the rogue I'm after."