Giving his robes a yank, Kalin grimaced as the cloth ripped free from a jutting bit of cave. He’d have chosen different attire if he’d known they’d be wading through dank spider webs and guano.
“Valkye, can this secret scroll of yours conjure up a new robe and some sandals?” he grumped.
“I told you, it’s not that kind of scroll,” Valkye replied, as the pair emerged into a huge, room, torches flaring to illuminate a tattered document clinging to crumbling concrete walls. “With this, we can create anything in the Universe!”
“Hhhmmm,” Kalin read aloud, “’Periodic Table of Elements’”.