"WAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIT!"

Thou all hearest ye call of ye smallest knave.

Ye party doth stop for a moment.

"Shalt we not grieve for our fallen brother who wert cast down in ye great wizard's righteous fureigh?"

All look to ye great wizard.

He stroketh his long beard in thoughtfullness.

"Nay," he sayeth. Thou all art shocked.