"I agree," said Damien with a nod. "Zook's idea seems best at the moment, and I'd like to remove myself from all this moisture sooner rather than later."  He turned from the group and walked under Zook's prestidigitory umbrella.  Having finished with the transparent towel that the gnome had provided, he tossed it up, hoping to add its magic back into the spell and increase the size of the dry area.<br/><br/>Above a nearby doorway, he noticed a sign for a tavern known as the Drunken Dragon.  From a pouch on his belt, he drew a small brass key.  Placing it in his palm and holding it there with his thumb, he moved his hand as if pushing a door open and saying the word "<span style="font-style: italic">abre</span>."  The door to the tavern opened up, almost invitingly.<br/><br/>"Shall we?"