Craig sat on the rumble seat in the back of the ambulance. The headset connected to the internal communication's system seemed heavy tonight. It was the call, kidnap and molestation. Sometimes those wounds were deep and they were not the kind of wounds that you could easily see. As he listened to what information was given to the Ambulance he clicked his mic on.<br/><br/><em>How far out are we?</em><br/><br/>As he waited for a reply he cleared his mind and shut the mic off. He knew that he could use High Speech in the back of the ambulance and no one up front would hear.It was better not to be so bold, some day he would have to cast without the aid of the magical language. Instead he closed his eyes and cleared his mind, imagining his body, his skin becoming more dense, harder to break and wound. And with a whisper of his will he summoned his Organic Resilience, his mage armor, to fortify his body against potential dangers.<br/><br/>Roll Result: echoes rolled: 6d10<br/>Result: 4, 4, 7, 9, 7, 5, --------1 Sux<br/><br/>