
Fiznik
The wizard, interrupted from his musings glares at Ander then Ishzu then stops at the mention of "psychic crystals".
What?!? Are you daft? Get a gaggle of untutored menial workers together around a large concentrations of crystalized thought? Are you mad?
He continues his rant as he marches back towards his tent shouting orders at guards about "sending a runner", "where's that blasted gnome", "You lot, stop slacking and start packing up everything I will need" to the guards who look bemused as the wizard disappears into his tent, then look at the crates of equipment, then to each other.
Too slow! booms the wizard as he reappears and with a casual wave of his hand the guards are flung back out of the camp as it erupts into motion. Several crates are empties as invisible hand move things about then loaded back up and ties to sets of transport poles. The guards are rudely moved over to the crates and shoved under the poles.
Nodding his head in satisfaction he glares at the guards not conscripted to being porters and snaps
See no one disturbs the area or touches anything. Sound the alarm if there is trouble With a final glare the turns back to face you and smiles.
Lead the way, not time like the present. Off we go.
Or, did I just disrupt weeks of research and my nice comfy camp for a prank and he looks you all over meaningfully.