"Hrrmm.. Well.. It's not like I'm fond of those invaders...but-" The artist stammered, "Well, I owe you more than I could ever repay you for."<br/><br/>"Well..Alright." He finally said, "I'll do it... I have trust you're in it for a good cause. I mean, I've heard they don't take too kindly to my kind. And what they did to the royal family was just<em>awful</em>.."<br/><br/>"I'll have to prepare the spell...err..I don't think I've quite slept, yet." He said, peering at the tall grandfather clock in the room with a bit of astonishment.<br/><br/>"Urgggh." he complained, "If I sleep now, I'll wake up in the middle of the day and then my internal clock will get all mixed up and I'll be up all night and- Oof. Alright, alright..When is this dreadful business going to be done? Do I have to, uh.. do anything besides cast the spell?"