Marcelin seemed surprised with Clarisse's explanation of her magic, letting out an exasperated [i]'Oooooh'[/i]. [color=fff200]"As expected of someone of your caliber, Lady Clarisse. I'm certain you put even the most experienced of mages from the Grand Duchy to shame!"[/color] The storyteller said, removing his feathered hat and giving her a deep bow.

As for Samuel, he nodded thoughtfully. [color=fff200]"Sometimes, self-made miracles are all we can hope for, isn't it?"[/color] Marcelin smiled.

Next, as he investigated the barrier, the monsters' cores caught his attention. [color=fff200]"Mmmm..."[/color] Slowly, his gaze slid towards the old bottle of alcohol instead. [color=fff200]"... maybe this can be useful."[/color] Picking it up and carrying with him.

In the next chamber, he approached the wounded warrior after Samuel, shaking the bottle of alcohol. [color=fff200]"Something to drink to ease the pain?"[/color] Marcelin was ready to help the warrior drink it, depending on his reaction. Truly, the storyteller didn't quite know if the alcohol was still good or not.