Sera considered Tarasil's statement for a moment, and after some deliberation, perceived the statement to be an invitation.  Yes, Tarasil, he nodded, let us run afoul upon a gnome illusionist.  This feeling was propagated mostly by the fact that the youth was already bored of the female cleric, who had eyed him suspiciously for the last hour or so.<br/><br/>"Do you know of one we could test our mettle against?" came the inquiry.   "Because I would hate to go looking for a gnome illusionist and not find one."