Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160706093130/@comment-28358106-20160708032042

I turn to Jeiel. "All right, that settles it.  You are NOT going anywhere near Ozma.  Not until this is figured out."

I pause a moment, and speak with hesitation. "Jeiel, listen.  I'm not a warrior.  I can't use most of my magic anymore, and even if I could, I'm not going to kill anybody.  You don't want me for this.  I can heal your sick and tend your wounded, but I can barely use healing wards now. I can't risk using too much arcanum."

I turn back to Memphis. "Does he say anything about who the seven were who eventually stop Circe?"