“You are kind of being a… whiny little toad,” Bob announced as soon as he got permission. I released a sharp gasp of bewilderment. “You hold the power of creation, life, and death! You can create stone from air and fire from water! You plan to make a mountain fly, for abyss sake! Now you are allowing yourself to be held up by ‘what ifs’? No! You enter the Mage ranks! You become powerful enough to shake the heavens! And, blast it, you go rescue your Wisp!”
