John rummages though his bag of potions that he had conjured up. He reveals a bottle of white liquid, the top forming smoke. "This here is a blinding spell. It creates a fog that when made contact, can blind the person for up to 30 minutes. Surely, this could slow their attack. And then...". He...
It was John Wellington Well's luck that he had to be saddled in an inn in the city of Aillira where the place was being overrun by bandits. He could never understand why these bandits can not take the profession of being a merchant like himself. A dealer in magic and spells, blessings, curses...
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