Dampfire Stories: Egrow - The Magnificent!

It's been almost ten days since the six of you set off in search of the 'magical' pool shown on the dead druid Koenig's map. In that time though, it's become more and more apparent that Egrow is perhaps less than he first appeared.

Despite his hackneyed, almost parody wizard attire, his mastery of the mystic arts seem well short of 'magnificent'.

Though standoffish, he's obviously bright but younger than he pretends. Close up, he may be barely out of his teens and his role is more akin to squire than advisor. He tends to the the horses and assists Sir Briefadel don and doff his plate-mail armour, in addition to setting the campfire and preparing the food.

This evening though, after a rainy few hours have dampened all the available deadwood, Egrow struggles to light the kindling with his usual method of flint and steel.

To everyone's amazement, other than perhaps Sir Briefadel, Egrow draws a slender black and red wand from his voluminous sleeve, mumbles a few 'mumbo-jumbo' sounding words and points it at the unlit campfire. A fan of flames spit out from its tip and after a few moments the damp wood splutters into flame.

Despite the initial clouds of billowing white smoke, the party of adventurers are all impressed and thankful that they won't be forced to sleep in their wet clothes.

Noticing the reaction, Egrow smiles for perhaps the first time since you met him and bows.

"Behold the power of a practitioner of the mystic arts!"