Belyn took one look at Keldron, and then did something completely unexpected. He raised his hands to his face in anguish “Ah! How could it have ever been so blindingly obvious and yet so impossible?” He crouched, bending his body in an almost foetal position, and then before anybody could react, he drove himself at the door towards the yard. He hit it head first, with predictable results. Slumping semi-conscious to the ground with a cut along his brow the width of one hand dripping blood down his face, Belyn wheezed a chuckle. “ I have a bit of a headache,” he said to nobody in particular. Then he grabbed at a focus stone from one of the many pockets secreted about his robes, and concentrated. Keldron felt the enormous will of Belyn building, magnified by the stone in his hand, one of the
