Left leg dragged just a bit as he laboriously climbed the stairs that, although they looked the same height felt twice as high and his feet felt like ...e had five-pound weights on them.His mind didn't feel old at all! Nevertheless, his goddamned body was all worn out. ("Oh death, where's thy sting?") See? He remembered that from close to sixty years ago when he and Clara went to see that Shakespeare production!The old man sat in the porch swing trying, willing his stubborn vocal cords to. Then again, he should. You guys were gone for quite a while. Oh please! It was not that long! Well you know what they say, time flies when youre having fun! she smiled mischievously. And Ill bet you guys were having tons of fun, werent you?! Just as I was about to answer her, we heard the sound of Chris coming up the stairs. He gave us a quick greeting before scouring the fridge for food. Wow, you really wore him out didnt you?! she exclaimed. Oh my god youre the worst! I should never have. .. who da fuck?"Who is it?" Tim ... Get up. Hurry. You don't have a lot of time."Ah, Timothy Leary ... AKA The Shaman. "I thought you left." I did ... I came back. Someone really fucked up."We were all scrambling for a modicum of clothes.Tim was already taking down the hut. The outside cover came off with a tear and rip."Whasup?" You guys have a choice ... Marry the wives of those two," he pointed at the pair of emasculated natives, "or get gone. You're in a hurry and I doubt you've got time to. Would either, or both, of you be interested in joining us?" Unfortunately, my firewall spell does not move. Actually, I have not mastered it, yet, so it would do you no good in any case. However, I do have some other fire spells that would be useful. Sir Manfred, how about you?" Yes, I have a useful fire spell. It is an individual blob of fire, though, and it does not move. I suppose that it could be described as a fire that targets an individual, but does not do anything until it reaches that.