Jonathan quickly raised his shield in a defense, and very slowly started strafing to around to the flipped table, and the guard with it as well. It was very hard to do near anything in this smoke because it was so thick, but once Jonathan felt the corner of a solid plank of wood, he knew where he was, and he quickly slammed his mace behind the table, hitting it on the guards shoulder. Immediately after, Jonathan ducked behind the table and swung at the man's head, which knocked him unconscious when the mace hit the skull.
Now that Jonathan was on the ground behind the table, he took a second to analyze the situation, and thats when he noticed a piece of paper on the ground next to the guard. Obviously, paper was meant to be read, so Jonathan picked up the paper and, to his dismay, found it was a child's drawing, and not even a good one. To describe it, one would say "man riding bear", and even then you could be misconstrued. Jonathan did like the idea of riding a bear though, so he'd probably ask about getting a bear mount later. Right now though, Jonathan held out the palm of his hand, with the hand facing the ceiling, and a golden light began to emanate from the air above it. Once the light began to shine, Jonathan prayed.
"Hail, Light. I come to thee with a question of dire straits. How long doth thy have until the cambion overseer of this asylum arrives?"
