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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Majin" data-source="post: 2820416" data-attributes="member: 13265">Damned elf... the thought running through Nae'talis' mind as if a practiced response by now. The young wizard balked mentally at the feeling of being sweat-soaked from sleep, a phenomena he had not experienced much in his two short decades of life. So much yet to accomplish... Then he thought of Belgal. His thoughts were simply everywhere and he was certainly not accustomed to such a feeling of disorientation. This simply would not do...The fact that the dwarf slave had not returned to him by now only left two likely scenarios, neither of them positive. Either he had taken his chance and fled, or perished somewhere in the caves. He had already come to terms with the possibility and what regret he felt he did now allow to show on the outside. It had been many years since he had been on his own. Alone. The Red Wizards would have an advantage now if they came for him, for what little protection this bunch could provide now with Belgal gone. Nae'talis blew air dismissively from his lips at the thought of the elf and as his gaze fell on the cleric he could only shrug. That man hardly said a word; it was as if he wasn't even there half the time anyway. So he was alone after all. He had almost forgotten the empty feeling that came with that state of being. Almost. Perhaps it was time he moved on without a servant at his side. He was fully capable of dressing himself in the morning, he just cared not to. The assortment of other tasks that Belgal performed for him were a convenience as well but he was always able to carry them out himself. He noticed with a rare pang of... guilt, was it? It was the companionship he would most likely miss. He grimaced irritably at the thought of admission, even if it was privately, to himself. He sighed inwardly as he reached for his spellbook. As he set about preparing his spells for the day he was shocked to discover a multitude of spells inscribed in his book that were not there the day before. His eyes became slits as his suspicions flared. Who could have done this? He quickly dismissed any of his companions. It was not Hrolf's type of magic and he was not even sure that Hildor could read a book much less write in one; far beyond constructing the complex magical runes that filled page after page as the young wizard flipped through with scrutinizing eyes. After vowing to stay more vigilant when it came to protecting his belongings and memorizing his spells Nae'talis picked himself up off the ground and walked over to the pile of items relinquished from the kobolds. Kneeling by the pieces he picked up each one in turn, attempting to discern any possible magical properties they might hold. [sblock] Spellcraft +9~Current buffs: ~Spells Remaining: Level 0 (4 + 1)Detect Magic **Ray of Frost ***Level 1 (2 + 1 + 1)Color Spray *Mage Armor *Magic Missle **Level 2 (1 + 1 + 1)Aganazzar's Scorcher *Melf's Acid Arrow *Scorching Ray *[/sblock]</blockquote>

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