text: The torrents of Air flow freely through your spirit, and you are determined to use them.
  
  Strangely, you are rather excited than frightened by the prospect of fighting your very first battle. So this is what adventure feels like!
  > You will attempt to use your knowledge of illusion to confuse the goblins, so that they turn upon each other.
  Swiftly you climb up the coach, to get a better view of the battle.
  
  Trusting your fellow Air magus Lucius to protect you from the archers, you begin to delve into the minds of the goblins, twisting the images they see until they appear to each other as their enemies.
  
  Great is the sudden confusion as the goblins, suddenly panicked by the turning of their former companions into more soldiers, begin to hack and claw at each other.
  
  One shaman, trying to counter your illusions' effects, is stabbed just in time by a panicking goblin.
  
  The strain to maintain so many, albeit small, illusions is great for you, and after a minute of the frenzied fighting, you sink to your knees, sweatsoaked.
  
  Suddenly, your concentration is broken by a scream next to you.
  
  With horror, you see that Lucius has been spitted on an evil looking sword wielded by Farhan Brownhand, the emissary of Alzur.
  
  He lets go of the sword, and turns to you, grinning wickedly.