The wizard drummed hi with a finger, reflecting on the that Grosvenor had supplied them.  If the peril was comparable, and the lot of them unlikely to avoid making Urgasburg before nightfall...<br/><br/>"All adults, or all fools, perhaps," he observed in response to Lydia -- not without a wry smile.  "Just the same, it would be a shame if something did happen and the pathway of fools ceased to be this night.  Allow me a moment to fetch my staff; I am in agreement that we should at least take some time to help our driver.  Perhaps we can examine the mansion afterwards."<br/><br/>So saying, he returned to the carriage to begin fetching his things; the grey-skinned winged thing that was likely his familiar had finally spiralled down from the sky, and low conversation ensued.