[i]Of course the Trio and their site would not go unnoticed, especially by the keen eye of a particular wizard in his magic tower. The Tower was hundreds of yards away, and inside was the epic level wizard, Elsimore. He was an old fossil of a person, pale as a ghost, a snow white beard reaching down to his lower abdomen. He wore the most typical getup a wizard could get, a 3 layered robe, with stars designed all over them, and a conical hat with the same design. He wielded a simple blue staff with a glowing orb. Elsimore cleared his throat and enchanted his voice, so that it could reach the campsite.[/i] "[b][i]WHAT IN THE GODS NAMES ARE YOU WHIPPERSNAPPERS DOING IN MY FOREST!? DID THAT RASCAL MERLIN TELL YOU OF THIS PLACE?! I OUGHT TO SIC MY BEARSILISK ON YOU BUNCH OF HOOLIGANS FOR DISTURBING THE PEACE AND QUIET HERE.[/i][/b]" [i]It seemed the Wizard was...quite angry. But more pressing matters were at hand...What the hell was a Bearsilisk?[/i]