Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27495725-20160527095635/@comment-27495725-20160528065203

The wizard grunts and is angered, "Fine then you odorous buffoon! I'll take my leave of this retched place." He walks out and chants a spell until a sphere of white light appears to light his way. He continues to walk until he reaches the gate. He keeps his right hand clenched with a fire spell just in case.