Telustiel watches the lunar landscape he contributed to create until the Haste spell wears off.
"And the Mighty Heroes slew the Brigands with heavy handed Fire Magicks!" exclaims. "You can put that in one of your songs, Argent, after we leave this stinking place. I wonder why we came walking when most of us -I´m sure- can fly, teleport, of both, and carry the few who can´t."
"Anyway, I´m going to prepare and cast a couple rope tricks once we leave this place, maybe there" ends pointing ahead, two hundred yards away. "I think we´re, er, we should going to rest here and tomorrow arrive to Twin Forks, and that spell is quite handy if you want privacy"