10-21-2016, 04:12 PM
As Toot watches his Thoqqua go to work, an ever widening grin grows upon his little face. He is quite please with himself that his plan seemed to be working. And when the golem finally crashes through the floor he can't help but, Hoot, and throw his hands up with glee.
"As my master always said, Mighty oaks from tiny acorns grow," Toot says proudly.
[OoC: Is the antimagic field still suppressing the Everburning Torches?]
"As my master always said, Mighty oaks from tiny acorns grow," Toot says proudly.
[OoC: Is the antimagic field still suppressing the Everburning Torches?]