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Despite the respite the unconsciousness gave the half-elf wizard from the waking world, like many things good or bad in the world, it didn't last. Rudolph winced as he felt a boot nudge his cheek. [color=steelblue]"Murgh..."[/color] Was the only sound the wizard made in reaction to the intrusive prod. Standing himself up from the floor, he held the side of his head with one hand while the other used a table as a support. After blinking away the confusion and dizziness he felt, he finally notices TOM's owner wielding a broom handle akin to a soldier would a spear and a fire of determination in her eyes. [color=steelblue]"My dear Minnow. I appreciate the moxie but we need to redirect that energy to evacuating the town as soon as possible."[/color] Rudolph said calmly as he used the tip of his index finger to lower the elf's impromptu spear. [color=steelblue]"We're talking about a genuine fire-breathing dragon here. A living calamity if you feel poetic. Ain't no broom handle wielding elf going to stop that."[/color] The wizard then claps his hands together. [color=steelblue]"It's a bloody miracle that the town hasn't been razed to the ground. So let's not look at the proverbial gift horse in the mouth and save as many citizens as we can before the calamity gets into a burning mood."[/color]