Dyn's many tentacles danced and whipped around as he worked on his spellbook and one of the scrolls he had found. While the fourth level magic in the third one called to him, he knew he did not have the eight hours to spare. That would take a day of his time later, but for now he would have to resort to the four he had available here. He isolated himself in a corner of the room, for both reasons of not allowing others to follow his work too closely and to make sure he did not harm them further. He needed them in good shape for the journey to come.

Of course, when scribing spells one had to also figure out the exact form of performing it. This scroll, too, had been written by a creature far more limited than him. It didn't take a pinnacle of creation such as himself long to figure out what these scribbles stood for, the words were as thus and it required a... huh, amusing. Yet the material components were largely irrelevant for Dyn, though he would still jot it down in his cipher. Truly, this caster had been of as dull a mind as their body had been flawed. Their scripture was like wax in the grasp of the superior mind, and all that took time in this was indeed translating the gestures for the body of the perfect being.

For a time as he tried to figure this out, the observant of the group could see the would-be captain exhaling breaths of different types of energy. Most amusing results had to be the stream of bubbles as well as the one time he vomited a rainbow, or maybe that one cloud of bubbling tar? But in the end, the relatively tame streams of acid, cold, fire, lightning and poison confirmed to him that he now had the spell down. And sure enough, as he closed his spellbook he found that the words had faded from the scroll. He would need to replace the spent ink in due time...

Returning to the rest of the group, he saw that they had already settled down to rest for the night. A sensible decision, considering the other option would have been to leave him behind. Something they definitely would not have wanted to do. After all, he was the greatest warrior in this troupe, his raw potential alone unmatched by any other. We needn't even get to the more refined parts. He found his spot near Jill and Adrevz and turned to see if the new guy was still awake. If so, he would return her greeting. Despite his work, he hadn't missed that. "Dyn'yer'zhead. I hope you know how to behave. There are many I've seen... and see", he added, few of his eyes darting around only to lock down on Koan and 'Sauron', thankful of the fact he couldn't see the kobold anywhere, "that fail at the concept."

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Dyn'yer'zhead has spent four hours scribing [i]Dragon's Breath[/i] into his spellbook. In addition to that, it took 100gp worth of inks from him. Deducting that from my gp now to represent a purchase to be made later. Will also assume the conclusion of long rest, so recovering spell slots and features, as well as swapping some preparations up. That takes an additional 47 minutes after finishing the Long Rest as per Wizard spell prep rules. Ah, and no forgetting another casting of [i]Mage Armour[/i], naturally.

[b]HP:[/b] 68/68 [b]AC:[/b] 16 [b]Concentrating:[/b] Nope
[b]Bladesong status: [/b] Inactive, 2 uses left.
[b]Slots/expended:[/b]
4/1 1st
3/0 2nd
3/0 3rd
3/0 4th
2/0 5th
1/0 6th
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[@Guardian Angel Haruki] - Spoke to you a bit.