Vaidun merely shakes his head. "Damnable wizards. A blue door, really? I'll have you all know, that I don't have any strange doors in my home. Protected doors, certainly, but otherwise they are all of ordinary iron-banded wood. Wizards like this give our kind a bad name."
"Ah, but at least my 'ordinary wood' gets put to good use," replies Vaidun, waiting for the others to cast their magical detections upon the blue door.
Blade sighs at the wizard's banter, especially the last comment, turning his attention back to the front for a moment "Can we try to focus on the task at hand? After we save the wizard we can all sit down over a glass of ale or wine and talk about how much use our Wood gets"
