Themp feels way over his head. Pocket dimensions, actual elementals, teachable death traps, millennia-old souls. And worst of all, his quest to maybe restore the city streets to his, in retrospect rose-tinted, teenage not-so-much-glory days, the quest of his life, basically, has apparently unleashed the evilest of wizards back into the world.
"Figures...", he says to himself aloud, moping off to a corner. He doesn't feel like much use in this conversation anyway. Unironically, but not very confidently, he addresses Beorae. "Thanks for the boost, Red. I feel much better now."
Sliding down the wall into seating, he dwells once more in his thoughts.
A wizard! My best weapon is a bow and arrows. I'm dragging these two behind... What am I supposed to do with a simple bow and arrows against a powerful wizard?
...
Hang on. Simple?
"Red" he addresses Beorae again. "You were right next to me on my last shot. Did you... Uh... Did you hear my bow... sing?"