OOC: The puns are awesome. ^^<br/>As Chris reached the upper level he blinked and took a step back. "Holy crap, I'm in Egypt." He grinned at Ptricia. "If we ever do a stadium tour you're in charge of effects." Giving her the once over in her outfit he nodded. "So everything has to be correct? Even the outfit? Huh. Seems my history books were wrong." He grinned again. "Effects and costumes. This would put Iron Maiden to shame." He ran over to her and took the jar, opening the pool and spreading the sand around, quickly getting an even coating. "Alright. That's done." Listening to the list of artefacts and scrolls you want him to get he seems to sag slightly. "Mouse....scrolling." Resisting the urge to bang his head off something, he gathered the items necessary and with a fair amount of head-scratching he laid them out in the right order. Making a final adjustment to one of the scrolls he jumped out of the pool and nodded to Ptricia. "Alright. Let's do this." He glared at Reizu. "Will you stop saying that! You're not going to die!" Chris suddenly seemed to take on...a higher stature. His fur was more ragged, his usual expression of serene detachment replaced with a hardened stare. He stood straighter and his eyes glowed in the same way Rayn's had earlier. This was the Drage, the condition some non-dragon magic users experience after spending a large amount of time exposed to the constant magical energies of dragons. It essentially heightened them to a new state of being and mind-making them physically, mentally and psychically stronger. It affected Chris in high-stress situations, and once every month, almost like a were-type phenomenon. Clearly he has changed now in case Ptricia needs any magical aid in this task.