Fimble McGee, Gnome Illusionist
Fimble leaps up from where he was sitting, snatching in the air at the flying wand. He barely catches it and nearly falls on Raena. Regaining his composure, he scolds her, "Good gods, girl, do you know what you're doing?! You don't know how to use this thing, you have to have years of training in the Art before you can even think of pointing that at someone. At best, you'll waste a charge, at worst you'll blast yourself or one of us to smithereens! Antonidas save me, kids these days! Don't have a clue..." The frightened gnome mutters to himself as he rearranges his spectacles on his face. Absent-mindedly, he lays the wand on his pack. The wagon shudders a bit from a rock, and the wand nearly falls off. The excitable little gnome has another panic attack lunging for the device. "I say! Nothing but trouble! Anybody want to hold this, or should I? No, not you Raena dear... no! Ack!" Raena is climbing on the little wizard, trying to get the wand. He attempts to hold the wand out of her reach and overbalances himself, falling on his rear... again.