[ Trahearne nods, and waits patiently as another volley of cutlery fly past and land on the floor. Once he deems the coast is clear, and before the cutlery begins to shudder again, he darts out from behind the island and grabs a large pan hanging from the wall nearby. He holds it in front of himself like a shield and starts pressing forward.
Nuadha might not see the way the wizard's eyes widen in shock, but he'll definitely hear him yell, "Hey! Not the cast iron! Pick a different shield!"
Trahearne, of course, is not going to listen to him. ]
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Nuadha might not see the way the wizard's eyes widen in shock, but he'll definitely hear him yell, "Hey! Not the cast iron! Pick a different shield!"
Trahearne, of course, is not going to listen to him. ]