Jeffrey landed on the ground and heard Zeal yell that he would be back, he was going to the pond. [i]Probably for the buckets.[/i] Jeffrey thought to himself as he looked up at the burning building. What was he supposed to do now? He couldn't just run into the fire after people, his belt would explode if it caught fire, he had boom-powder in one of those pouches. Plus if his scroll caught fire he wouldn't be able make his potions any more. He hopped from foot to foot trying to decide what to do.

Jeffrey finally decided what to do. He took off his belt and put down his scroll, sticking his light stick in the dirt next to them and started toward the burning tavern at a run. As he approached the door he was thrown onto his back and when he stood up he was soaking wet and not only was the fire gone, but the tavern was too and all that was there was some rubble and soaking thatch. Jeffrey slowly backed away from the tavern and turned to run back to his things, strapping on his belt and scroll. The goat probably did it, they're the only ones who could possibly move that much water like that. [i]Must have been a pretty big bucket.[/i] he thought to himself as he watched the G.O.A.T. come crashing down from the sky and he ran over to it, his clothes soaking wet. Zeal said they should get to know each other so he took the chance to introduce himself. "My name is Jeffrey, I make potions using the instructions on my scroll and can make things explode with this neat black powder stuff I can make." He says, proudly puffing out his chest as if he were the greatest alchemist in the world.