....yeah, pretty much, the astute can connect the dots between metaphor and subject. Fanart available later upon request. Anyway. Suddenly dampened, but also suddenly clear of goblins, Dirk shot Lalonde a look which was just that: a look. It was filled with the annoyance of being wet coupled with ultimately being okay with it given how damn hot it was, tempered with the fact that he was clear of goblins.

"Thanks." And if nothing else, he could respect efficiency.

He continued with crowd control, reaching for a puppet instinctively before realizing that he didn't have one at hand. Damn. Being limited to one strife specibus was restrictive. The tradeoff was not having a sylladex to navigate, he supposed, but Dirk found himself instinctively categorizing his possessions based upon shade columns and groove rows anyway so the end result was the same.

"So Lalonde, back in Sburb...what strife spectibi did you use, anyway?"