Rodney had no idea what Rake was talking about. He very much enjoyed sleeping out under the stars. It made him feel closer to the heavens. Though some real food would be nice. Foraging for berries gets old fast. The peasants didn't seem keen on us arriving. Turning tail and running at the first sight of us, and Rake had the gall to blame it on Rodney's face. He needed to cool off, and Rodney knew just how. Holding his hands out towards the sorcerer's head, Rodney Shouted "<strong>[Create Water!]</strong>" At which point twelve gallons of cold water appeared over his head and rained down on him. "You should be kinder to the person who constantly has to reattach you limbs. There is nothing wrong with my face. If anything it's you who scared them off. You dark and dreary warlock. You make the vampire look colorful and full of life." The oracle scoffed. "Now lets see what the problem with them is." He said as he walked towards the fields where the peasants left.