Chapter 143: An Arrow from the Dark
Elmo wasn't sure what he should do, but he was sure that he needed to get out of the room. Yet, as he made his way to the door, he couldn't even get it to move a fraction of an inch. Even with Kim coming up to try and help. Though, they had to move a few of the people who'd fainted from the most recent burst cask.
"Any ideas?" Kim asked, looking around.
Elmo was sure she wasn't asking because she respected his opinion, but probably more because she was running out of ideas. Elin was checking those who'd fallen unconscious, which Elmo assumed was because she was looking to be as helpful as she could, in whatever way she could.
Elmo briefly ran a mental check on his list of spells that he had, trying to think of what he might be able to use. Some were good options, but like Brimstone Fire, he didn't want to create more problems while trying to solve a smaller one, that could easily contribute to the overall problem and danger that they were currently in.
Elmo felt a tug on his sleeve and turned to look behind him to find Samantha looking at him with an almost panicked expression. "Please, help my brother," she pleaded, pointing in the distance where Elmo could see Lance working at trying to put the fire out with tossing water on it, which had no effect, not that Elmo was surprised.
"I'm trying to get the door open," Elmo replied. "Once we do that we can all get out of here."
"But my home..." Samantha whimpered, looking around her.
Elmo suddenly understood what she was really asking. This may be a mansion and extravagant opulence to Elmo, but to Samantha, this was he home. Where she was supposed to feel safe. Where she felt anchored in a world that tossed and turned like a ship in a storm at sea.
Which meant she wasn't asking his to help her brother himself, but rather what he was attempting to do. Which was to put out the fires. Not that Elmo had any spells that would realistically help with that. Maybe if he had the shield spell that mimicked his wind shield spell, but he doubted that it would work like that.
Elmo merely shook his head. "Sorry, all I can do is create an exit so we can get your guests out of here. Once we have that done, I'll do what I can to save your home, but that might not be possible," he said as gently as he could.
While Samantha didn't say anything, it was clear she wasn't happy with his response. She merely looked around, like she was searching for anything that could help. Not that Elmo blamed her.