Gandalf gestured for everyone to sit around him, on the floor, in chairs which Raistlin hadn't destroyed in his petty revenge, wherever. When everyone had settled down, he began to speak in his wise all-knowing tone that millions of fans knew so well.
"It is a great power...an artifact known throughout the ages for its ability to grant wishes. And, my friends, it has gotten loose in our world! Doing damage of irreparable type." Gandalf shuddered. "Because it is being controlled by a mad man...a crazed fool intent to control the masses of not just this world but galaxies and dimensions...parallel universes are at his beck and call."
"He's evil," Saruman agreed, his eyes colder than the temperature outside. "And more powerful than any of you can imagine...I still think that it's a mistake to trust them with this, Gandalf. They can't possibly know what they're up against...we would be sending them to be slaughtered."
"They're our only hope..." Gandalf spoke softly. "They have to stop him."
"Then we're as good as dead," Raistlin added with a snicker then pointed at Hanh. "I still think she is one of them...a spy. We should do away with her and her little friend, too." He eyed Jemal.