text: Kor and the guards do not like your decision, and express clearly so, but they accept your status as the group's leader.
  
  Quickly, you are packed with light gear, and, abandoning the coaches, you head into the hills in the approaching nightfall.
  
  The moon is young, and the ground is not easy to see, yet you march through the hills slightly away from the road, as not to be so easy a target.
  
  An hour passes, and nightfall becomes a beautiful starspangled sky, were you in a mood to appreciate this.
  
  Suddenly, Kor stops and points towards an approaching goblin patrol. They have spotted you too, and seeing that you equal their size, decide to make a run for it after the disaster of the ambush earlier.
  
  "Get 'em 'fore they gets to their fellows!", Kor bellows, and, axe drawn, charges them.
  > You this is a fighter's job, not yours... You are too exhausted, and the goblins should be no match for the guards.
  While Kor and his men charge the goblins, and gaining, you slowly walk after them.
  
  You are weary to the bones, and your mental resources are nearly depleted due to the exhaustion earlier. It would be of no use to anyone if you fell unconcious by trying to slay a few goblins.
  
  A couple of minutes later, and the guards are engaged with the goblins. Indeed, the goblins do not stand a chance against the trained fighters, but one of them manages to escape.
  > You are a Magus of Fire.
  Your instincts take over.
  
  With a pleased grin, like that of a cat on a chase, you deftly weave a small knot of fire and hurl it after the goblin.
  
  It hits him in the back, and within split seconds, only ashes remain of the creature, but even that tiny spell was too much for you, and you gently fall over.