Little sister, Cheating, blasted, cheap magic! I've said it before, but I mean it more then ever. Our paranoid seers have waved their magic wands across the dungeon entrance and made every item that crosses it, save our undercrackers and overclothes, too heavy to bear. Thok lasted a few steps, of course, but even he had to make his excuses and ditch the battleaxe. Your older brothers, M. and Thok