For her part, D'tocka seems every bit as ready to tear into the old dwelf... and then the wizard straightens up, knotted hair and all, and the air becomes charged with magical energy as his I.M.E. manifests itself.  Where a second ago was a slightly goofy dwelf now stands a deathly serious wizard, surrounded by orbs of light playing out scenes of the future. If you look close, you can actually see visions of the very fae attack that you just sat through... and not all of the endings end quite so calmly.<br/><br/>"Missy, if I were you, I would stop being quite so concerned with a little cantrip like that, and be more concerned with the fact that those creatures just stole the Groetean Cycle."<br/><br/>Once he's sure he has your attention, he releases his hold on his power and sits back down, slowly starting to tug the knots out of his long braids.<br/><br/>"In two out of four futures where I told you two the threat, and three out of four where I told other adventurers, the threat was not taken seriously, and fae were killed. In another future, the Hand was released, and we found ourselves facing a lich who had imbibed the blood of the Tarrasque- a lich who, I feel compelled to point out, killed seven of my closest friends before you were even a spark your grandsire's eye. Reading the future is tricksy business, little girl, and you will forgive me if I tend to trust my four hundred years of experience over your indignation..."