The kobold manages to avoid the worst of the ray, but you can tell that you burn him pretty darn well. As with each time before, the wand feels even lighter in your hands...<br/><br/>"You must be kidding me. The damned statue's last charge, and it can't even work properly?" Groaning, the creature rises up, flipping the kukri idly in its hands. "Well, no matter. As to your questions... I am Tartuk, and you almost cost me my ability to reclaim my true form."<br/><br/>With a snarl, the creature makes a gesture, and purple eyes form in the air in front of him. Around them, the air seems to distort and warp.<br/><br/>"So, how did you enjoy Eyefang's company? I can smell Lamashtu's nectar pulsing through your body... You will make a fine mother of monsters, I think..."