Wren looked back and forth between the bat-winged cat and the mage, "Well, what is the thing saying?" She tapped her full bottom lip impatiently before asking, "Don't suppose anyone has an old fashioned fireball spell or... wait... I need a gbottle of good sprits and a rag... poor man fireball."<br/><br/>She grinned wickedly, "You burn the box, you burn the vampire."<br/><br/>She starts to look about and holds up a finger, "Wait 1 minute." She runs into a tavern and purchases a bottle of their strongest sprits and steals a bar-rag before coming back out. "Ok, lets go... gather the gang!"