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The wind whistled past his ears and the buildings and people became blurs to him as the magically enhanced wizard beelined through the streets. [color=steelblue]"Run! Get to safety! Dragonfire inbound!"[/color] The wizard bellowed as he ran. Warning any those who could hear his voice. He'd hope that he would manage to reach his home in time and gather the necessary equipment and potions he needed in dealing with the aftermath of a fight with a dragon. His mind raced as he created a mental image of every floor of his tower and began planning out the most optimized route to collect the items and run back to town in time to mitigate the damage he projected the battle between the sailor and the dragoness would cause. 

It so deep in thought that he failed to realize that he basically broadsided the old skald when he neared the outskirts of Lorenstad. He would have immediately stopped and apologized to him while explaining the whole situation but, sadly, the half-elf was too immersed in his plan that he crashed into a lamp post being tended by the town's Noctaeid lamplighter. The impact was sudden and the stop, painful. If his blunder into TOM's broom closet wouldn't leave his body black and blue by the next dawn, the collision between his body and solid pine lamp post surely will. A most likely prediction as the lamp post had been slightly uprooted from its original position. Had he crashed into the wooden structure without the layers of muscle to dampen the impact, he would have surely fractured a number of his ribs. 

While he gasped and heaved for breath painfully on the ground, his mind became more and more muddled by pain. To the point that he lost concentration on his earlier body enhancing spell and returned to his more modest body size. He tried to will himself to stand back up and keep going...but his body ultimately won as a simple act of breathing was currently a herculean task to perform. He can only pray to the Makers that he'd still make it in time before the town became too ravaged from the fighting between the Mesmer and the Dragoness he imagined.