Dead sorry about missing the battle. Evie and I are sorting out times for Fight Club. We'll let you know when's the next time available to hit the stuffing out of each other.
Right then, what next? Suppose there's to be some sort of poking around about the magic that sent us off, yeah? Defer to the magic-users on the specifics; I wouldn't know a rabbit from a hat, and my standing about and glowering's no help to anyone.
Besides that, moving forward. We've had what, three times spells have gone belly up? Isn't right. There's got to be some sort of process in place when doing big magic? Someone to check with at the least? If not, well. Let's do it, let's have a civilization, and all the legal processes that entails, God help us.