Re: On the Road to Autumn
"Alas, no, my creations can carry nothing at this time." He looks around at the other travelers, then lowers his voice to a whisper. "Not to put too fine a point on it, but aside from creating the most mundane of unliving objects, which last only so long as they are held, I can make nothing with any substance or solidity. I am skilled, however, in images and illusions."