"Well, if I wanted ya to come up inta the tower to meet me, I wouldn't be standing here now would I?"<br/><br/>The wizard's voice is loud and abrasive ((ooc: think Gilbert Gottfried)), and his eyes twinkle with some private joke that he doesn't seem to be in a rush to share with the world.<br/><br/>"No, no. There's an order to how today will go, Ranger. And trust me, it's better to follow this order than any of the others... which goes to show you, I guess. Now, what comes next..." The wizard scratches at the back of his head, and starts muttering to himself quietly.<br/><br/>Beside you, D'Tocka already seems to be losing patience. "Did you bring us all the way out here to spout nonsense, shorty? Because I have better things to do with my time than listen to some crazy old co-"<br/><br/>Her tirade is shut down quickly, though, as her lips seem to glue together on her face. The old man looks at her and smiles. "So, that's why I prepared that spell... And to dignify your petulant little outburst with a response, I brought you out for a reason, and part of that reason is to listen. Think ya can do that, Missy?"