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Franklin looked down, almost uncomfortable with what it was that Rohan had suggested. He wasn't against trying, but so far his magic had only been able to bestow the life of someone who had recently passed. What he considered [i]mostly[/i] dead. There was something about someone who had been dead for longer periods, whether it be minutes, hours, or days, that made it increasingly difficult to bring them back as themselves. The more recent the event, the greater the chances. He could [i]animate[/i] them, stitch the body and head back to bring it a semblance of life, but whoever that was before would be gone. Lost to the aether. 

“They've been gone for longer than I'm used to. Bringing them back as they were would be a trial. Animating them would be easier, but I doubt that's what anyone here meant.”

Barty kept his opinion to himself about it all. Meddling with the dead, resurrecting old souls, all of it was courting an invitation with Death. Someone he and his dear brother had been trying to avoid for some time now. Rohan moved for his dagger, and Barty's hand instinctively went for his hex bag. Hands already around the components needed to enthrall another should anyone get to testy with him. He didn't survive this long for his death to be at the hands of two dimwitted witches and a hobo forest dwelling boy who reeked of curse magic. [Color=8a9a5b]”By all means, jump at every shadow that skulls the corners of these halls. It surely won't end poorly when surrounded by witches who can scarcely control their magic.”[/color] Barty looked to where Rohan had spied the shadow, seeing nothing of import. He doubted it was a witch's ghost. He made up all that nonsense to get a rise out of the others, as if anyone would be stupid enough to attempt the Witches Road. 

The trail seemed to end at a wall. One that was apparently newly installed and blocking their path towards their goal. Cassie attempted to use her magic, but left nothing but a scotch against the stone. Franklin stood, analyzing the structure for a weak point to strike and break it down. 
“I could try and use a bolt to blow the wall down? Depending on how sturdy it is and which direction we want it to fall…”

Barty chimed in, cutting Franklin off with an eye roll as he crossed his arms. [Color=8a9a5b]”No. Please. By all means. They don't call it grounding for no reason, strike the wall with electricity and see how well the stone takes it. Beyond the fact that when you do so if it [i]does[/i] somehow succeed, then you'll be crushing the head if it is behind it. Honestly. If only we had a young witch with the power of transmutation at our hands. Somehow who could shift the very stone into something easier to break down such as wood that could burn, or paper if possible. Then maybe our dear Carrie could actually do something with her magic being creating soot.”[/color] He turned and looked at Connie pointedly as if to state he was disappointed that she hadn't even tried yet.