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Gant observed the spectacle from above with a chilly demeanor, one hand clamped tightly around his silvery staff. As he soared above the King's tent, fire spread through the camp, causing panic and confusion. Though he had been prepared to be targeted when he rose up into the air, none of the missiles had come toward him, and instead they had again fallen upon the flailing members and supply tents of the expedition. Even worse, from his vantage point, Gant could see that some of the figures in the camp seemed to be acting with ill intent... saboteurs, infiltrators or worse.
"King Tharn! I will worry the archers! You have enemies infiltrating your camp!" he yelled down and hoped that the Monarch could hear him, and that his own plan of action would go off without a hitch. The lovely Elicia's attempt at diplomacy would not stop the fires, nor reach the ear of every raider intent on stealing or ruining the expedition's stores in this ambush. No, to stop them in their tracks altogether, something more... spectacular would be needed.
Gant steeled himself, took a deep breath and then, trailing a glowing white fog through the air, dove towards where he suspected the largest row or line of archers would be, aiming to position himself along its edge. His bat-like wings buffeted the air furiously as he descended to their level of the jungle, instinctively ducking and weaving to avoid any errant arrows sent in his direction. As he dove the aged exalt pooled his essence, rapidly uttering the arcane phrases required for his spell. As more and more of his power drained from him, the snaking white fog around Gant thickened and shone brighter, until he seemed like a falling star descending upon the archers who had fired upon Tharn's camp.
Before they could even react to the sudden presence of the glowing Dragonborn, the self-proclaimed sorcerer of Watcher's Wake finished casting his first and most potent spel
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