Rowan smiled as he finished the stew and left the fork in the next course to chat with Marvin, not showing much sign of how apreciative he was of the wenches work above the table, while beneath it his manhood thickened, stiffened, heated, and all but quivered at her expert attentions.<br/><br/>"Ah, friend Rowan, by and large, my magic is summed up in three themes.  The first is the agresive schools of evocation, such as large and small fireballs and magic missiles.  I can also perform a Scorcher, a thirty foot line of fire, useful for sweeping halls.<br/><br/>"The second, is basic defensive wards for myself.<br/><br/>"The third is basic enchantments and charms."