Esseron grumbles and sits up as he hears the commotion coming from the main entrance to the fortress. "Who's being fool enough to tangle with that guardian construct?" he mutters. Concentrating, he seeks a
Bug's eye view of the scene below. When he gets only a view of stalks of grass, he curses and tries another
Bug's eye view. This time he sees a wall of fire.
"Well, that's not terribly helpful," he growls. He stands and walks over to the ruined wall of the room he has been using as a bedroom. The wall has crumbled above about four feet, and the ceiling in this portion of the room is gone, though the rest of the room is reasonably intact.
Peering over the wall, Esseron looks down on the area in front of the fortress's main entrance. He folds his arms and watches the battle between the guardian construct and the brash young spellcaster for a short while. When the construct falls back, he raises an eyebrow. "Hm. Impressive," he murmurs. "That's the first one who's even been able to dent the thing."
As the young man darts toward the entrance, Esseron speaks some quiet words, and casts
Flea pact at his right leg, then
Flea pact at his left leg, and finally attempts to make him
Stumble.
"Let's see if he can go another round with the guardian construct," Esseron muses, grinning. This is the best entertainment he's had in days.
Completing these actions has resulted in the following changes:
7.33 concentration expended
4.67 energy expended
2 XP in Perceive gained
3 XP in Mind gained
4 XP in Harm gained
1 XP in Control gained
