“Fat chance. You’d be grasping at strawsthat are already in the fire,A fire that is even now raging.Your ‘experts’ are in it and won’t get out.It’s not a fire for cooking venison stew,not a fire to warm you on a winter night!That’s the fate of your friends in sorcery, your magician buddiesyou’ve been in cahoots with all your life.They reel, confused, bumping into one another.None of them bother to help you.”