#runa - badger dwarf

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"I've seen that expression many a time before," the wizened little figure remarked. "Disbelief, scorn, perhaps even a little pity. An expression that often voices impertinent questions such as, 'This is all they spared to guard their hideout - an elderly little runa? What can such a pathetic codger possibly do to stop us?'" The badger-dwarf tutted softly and sized up the attackers before him. Human soldiers, a few yrchène mercenaries. The flow of aether around them suggested that they were smart enough to wear reflection charms to ward off elemental attacks. Wanda and Rodney would have been in dire straits indeed ... but the old mage simply chuckled. He'd been studying magic for longer than the twins' lives combined. A gesture with his free hand, and that same aether solidified into spikes that slammed through the attackers' feet and staked them to the ground. As they shrieked in agony and struggled to free themselves, he raised his stave and began to channel something much nastier with a cold, hard glare. "Allow Grand Sage Stavros to answer your enquiries," he growled, "in excruciating detail."