The three grubby little murderers in the windows all snarled obstinately, clutching their greasy dark-haired noggins for a moment in the wake of the mind-blast from Toria. The rightmost one (just struck by Arivel and Kelsie) looked none the worse for wear after a moment, blinking as if he'd just snapped out of some scarce-remembered nightmare, but his fellows both sagged weakly in their windowframes, with glassy and nearly comatose looks in their crossed eyes. "Witch on a broom!" the leftmost one howled mournfully out the window at the spellcaster, and looked to his fellow in the next window. "Hey Spitstone, throw water on 'er and see if she melts!"<br/><br/><br/>3s and 0n halflings take 31 dmg; 4n halfling saves