Mumbling to Enraela, half absorbed into his spellbook already, Wesellu can barely be heard.
"Nothing of value lies within this cave. The stupid beasts were likely unable to bring back anyone carrying significant magical abilities anyway."
With a sniff, and a slight arch of his eyebrows, Wesellu notices absently as Enraela and Arngen move to the back of the cave for their enjoyment.
Murderous thoughts softly floating through his head, he quickly pushes them down, scanning the others as he does so. No one seemed to be using mind invasive magics.
Remembering his task at hand, Wesellu again bent forward, laboriously committing the weblike runes to memory as he mouthed the mystical words that would invoke his magic.