He noted with satisfaction that all but two of the clerics that had been stationed on the walls made it back, which, out of the fifteen that had volunteered, was a fairly good number. He knew that one of the clerics was holed up inside the wall with a platoon of guards and militia, but the last had taken an arrow through the head, before the giants had fell even. He pointed to the leader, and then turned to the others. "So, big damn hero moment?"<br/><br/>He tossed the used up fireball wand from the staff, and slotted in a cure moderate wounds wand, though he knew that his lightning bolt and scorching ray wand were nearly empty as well, having two castings left in each while in the staff, but he wouldn't remove them, as he couldn't use both while not in it. The staff had a couple other functions, like being a magi power focus, but he wasn't going to use that particular quality unless he had to. He slotted another pair of wand into the remaining two slots, and then focused, bringing his attention back to the now, wishing he had thought to keep an undead or three as a ready reserve, instead of sending all of them with the party. All of the undead had been destroyed, and while he could animate a couple of the nearby dead, he wasn't so foolish as to think that Pelor would overlook such an act in his cathedral's courtyard.