*Nathaniel sniffs briefly again*
Hmm. Uncontrolled magics, I take it? A lot of those about these days.
I learned the dangers of a ritual circle first hand, as well. A friend died in battle, and several of us decided that he did not deserve what had happened, so we sought to restore him to life. We succeeded, but it took a lot out of all of us. I still haven't recovered...
*As he is walking, Nathaniel picks seemingly random herbs, and begins mixing them in a mortar and pestle from his bag. After a while, he mixes the powder into a solution, and passes the bottle to Lucy*
Here. Drink this, it should help.
So then he goes, YOU SHALL NOT PASS, and I say "I've got WINGS? I can FLY?" It was hilarious! The dwarf was tough, but the elf was delicious and they had some men and these four bite-sized guys, too. The wizard was fuming when I flew off.