He nuzzled his elf back, yawning hugely, before giving her an affectionate lick, and then returning to his reclining position, ready for sleep.<br/><br/><br/>He was up early the next morning, in his armory, and digging through it for useful items to arm the locals with. It wasn't like he NEEDED them anyways, and most of them were useless mementos anyhow. He tossed the staff of healing out of the pile, and found a staff of defense that he had completely forgotten about. Deciding that the clerics could use those better than he could, he tossed the second staff out of the pile, and then fell in, swimming around, looking for the other two. A staff of evocation he pulled out for himself, along with his artifact staff, and then he resumed swimming for the local mages. Two staffs of fire completed his collection of donations, and he extricated himself with some difficulty, before gathering the six selected staves, and stuffing them into a quiver of Ehlonna. That done, he whistled tunelessly as he headed out to the next to last meeting of important personages.<br/><br/>He mentally went through the list of possible wands he had collected, selecting five for the staff and four more for his wand holder that would be on his left wrist, as he arrived. This meeting was mostly a final tweaking of the planning of defensive forces, so most of the group wasn't needed, but he had felt the urge to invite himself. He pulled the Lady Tredora and Immastrel  to the side, and present the four staffs to the two people, explaining what they were, the command words, and who should get them. The Lady should hold onto the staff of healing, and the most powerful cleric going to the wall should get the staff of defense. The mages with the most experience with combat, and hopefully who knew the fire spells in the staffs would be best.