The wizard held his never charred hat with one hand while holding the magical barrage up with the other.<br/>A lot of interesting things had happened in Mr. Silas Kamr's office in the last few minutes. Mr. Silas Kamr's experiment, for example, had gone badly, and the object Mr. Silas Kamr was working on had detonated over the course of three seconds, in which Mr. Silas Kamr only barely had time to create a ward that managed to deflect any fire from his robes.<br/><br/>It did not, however, managed deflect any fire from Mr. Silas Kamr's furniture. Nor his feet. Coughing, and still holding the shield up with his other hand, Silas picked up the enchanted fireproof jug of water on top of the burning table, which was always useful in an artificer's office*, and poured the water on his pointed boots.<br/><br/>He was not necessarily having a bad day, even with the minor explosion. Silas was used to<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>. Explosions and charred ceilings were a quintessential part of his life, which was probably why he had soundproofed his office with a few enchantments.<br/><br/>He let the ward fade away, and secured his pointy hat. Right.<span style="font-style: italic">Right</span>. Straightening up, and preparing to cast the encantation that would snuff out the flames, the wizard cringed as he heard the noise coming from one pot who miraculously survived the blast.<br/><br/>"ATTENTION! MR. KAMR, ARE YOU THERE?" The high pitch screech was slightly nasalled, coming from inside a pot, but was definitely a woman's. Or the equivalent of one when it was an elderly harpy secretary speaking.<br/><br/>Silas groaned, but tried to answer the vase in his less stressed voice. "Hello, Mrs Vashtra. I'm not deaf, you know. Yet. Look, wait, I'm n-"<br/>"COMMANDER GABRIEL HAS ASKED FOR ALL THE SEALERS TO STAND TO ATTENTION! THIS IS OFFICIAL! WH- what is that<span style="font-style: italic">noise</span>?"<br/>"Nothing! Nothing! Nevermind! I shall be there at once." The pot seemed to quiet down.<br/><br/>The wizard put the flames out with a well aimed spell, and headed for the door, not even bothering to clean things up. If all the Sealers were going to that meeting, it must be important.**<br/><br/>*The jar, that is. Not the burning table. Although I imagine the latter is far more usual.<br/><br/>**Well, it was either that or Silas was just thinking of an excuse not to clean his rather charred office.