Stagger an enemy.

All spells we know are derived from the same source.

"Let go of him, and you let go of all."

You are fully fitted. Now, swing that staff and fight!

The merging of ice and fire, swift and severe.

The golden child brought fire and smoke; when they cleared, the family broke.

More eyes do not see more than the mortal trifles.

Fields kept trim leave time to skim.

The fat monk failed, for he spoke too much.

There will be more sages if their maker still engages.

Tonics are well and good, but not to be wolfed like food!

Now at an end is the elder's long wait for the journeyer.