Logan graciously accepted the unsaid thanks with a nod of his own. His current vantage point was all the payment he needed. From Caius' swooping form the Dark Mage could discern individual battles, making it a simple task to identify the way each of the Shepherds fought. As Lumara urged her wyvern into the lone horseman, he caught a glimpse of Talbot short skirmish with a female. It gave Logan an absolutely terrific idea.

He was shaken from his reverie by Caius' rather messy impact, again feeling the sheer power of the beast and bearing witness to the carnage it caused. At Lumara ' prompting he answered, quite jovial at both his revelation and the information that the battle was providing. [b]"Oh, immensely! There's no substitute for battle when testing spells and curses!"[/b] Black eyes flashed as he voiced his own suggestion. [b]"Now then. Do you want to know who these angry fellows are? We'll need at least one of them alive, and my spells don't allow that much... precision. That's where you ca-"[/b] Logan paused momentarily, glancing at the dunes around them. He sniffed the air, all the while looking a bit perplexed as he slowly continued with: [b]"...I think they have a ma-"[/b]
He was cut off by a horrible shriek as a fireball screamed into the side of his body, knocking him clean off the wyvern and down to the sand below. His natural magical resistance had cushioned most of the direct damage, but the fall left him retching and gasping for air as the lucky Mage peeked the dune and prepared for another shot.