Meriv paced to the doors and peaked out, watching the undead spellcaster battling with the ever growing numbers of soldiers and now priests, monks and wizards. He turned back to Keystone with his usual radiant smile. "You could not be in a safer place, my friend! The Thay Enclave is one of the most secure places in all of the Realms, even if our doors appear open and unguarded," he mused. "I suggest you let the good people of Telflamm do what they do best with the great aid that my friends are providing, and we should be rid of this problem soon. Now, what did you have to sell? The timestop scroll, I presume?" he asked, seeming completely unconcerned with the events outside.

Glith failed to cast his second offensive spell, growing tired and -for the first time in years- weary. Some other magic was at work, rapidly draining him of power. He could see the larger masses of soldiers, wizards and even monks massing all around him, but they stayed back. The wizards were doing most of the work, he knew. The knight gritted his teeth and stopped his newest spell, accepting his fate. With a loud growl, he fell into casting one last spell...