Getting quite distraught over watching more zombies come out of the other zombies that for no reason got hit by certain magic missiles. Feeling a tad bit bad about that, while waching more zombies start to maul the other people of the tavern, while I keep at a nice safe distance.<br/><br/>Pouting to myself and just being very cute, while watching that big one throw a barrel in the general vicinity of the zombies. I can put two and two together, thank you very much!<br/><br/>Waving my arms around my drying but still naked self, showing off how flexible and lithe I can be while spellcasting. Finishing my elvish chant and aiming dead center for the barrel.<br/><br/>[Scorching Ray!]<br/><br/>(holy nine hells of gruumish, natural 20 on my ranged touch attack. 13 fire damage right in the dead center of the barrel.)