For any magic-user, no matter how powerful, there was something a little frightening about casting that last spell of the day. Leaving yourself defenseless to the world until you had your spell or spells back. Tenser had felt that way many times in the rough neighborhoods of the City of Greyhawk. Here in the dungeons of Castle Greyhawk, he expected to feel infinitely more powerless.
But that didn't matter. His friends needed to be protected. He cast his spell.
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