Ah... [shalem sighs more than exhales when he notes the vines heading in his direction, though he doesn't know how many there are or how far they are, given how his eyes are watering and feeding into his migraine-- or would it be the other way around, his migraine feeding into his difficulties with sight.

terrible, terrible.]

I think... we should start thinking about leaving. [he punctuates that with a step back, though he knows the local flora won't give up without a fight-- that's why he abandons his fire in favour of his lightning, his more potent powers.

bolts of electricity, coloured a deep indigo and purple, crackle around his hands and make his hair frizz.]

Start running to the campfire the Shopkeeper set up, if it's still there, hm? I'll cover you.