Ugh. [Taryon flops back to kneel on the floor, pants for a few seconds, then slaps a hand against his face to pinch his nose.] Ugh. [And looks up at Sylvain.] Do what? Teleport us out of here?

[One solution to their major problem of "oh god every monster is hot on our tails".]

I don't have that kind of magic. Just stuff that gives powers to other people. And whatever this is. [He reaches into the back and pulls out a set of headphones with cat ears.] My ring only has three charges per day. I'm not a strong fighter. [Taryon looks disappointed in admitting that. Better he get it out of the way before they are in need of a powerful melee combatant.]