Logan looked, if possible, even more befuddled and disoriented at the results of his spell. [b]"....But he was suppose to expl..."[/b] Muttering under his breath, he straightened up fully and blinked again as if to get his bearings. The magic man peered around in an attempt to discern friend from foe, giving up halfway as he caught the the oafish assassin defending a boy whose looks screamed some sort of spellcaster. Mulling it over, he turned to Lumara fully, absently weaving another Thunder charge as he gestured toward the strange sight. [b]"Is that child one of yours? If not, he just needs to stay alive and well until the end of the battle. That'd be all I need in order to get some information on these fine... gentlefolk."[/b] 

The Dark Mage paused with the sphere of energy gathered in his palm, looking almost absent as he double checked the battlefield. This time he gestured toward one of the more central fights, pointing at the cluster of men and women surrounding the kleptomaniac archer, the pegasus knight, and the dark-haired man with the attitude problem. [b]"Is he one of the aggressors? He certainly seems the type."[/b]