[Oh come now, Kitty. As if he wouldn't put up with the disruption to his essence, at least for a short while. A little blurring was good for the soul or-- er. Something like that.

The cat's ear flicks back and forth.]

Well. That's more or less what happened. Though with a lot less staff whirling and mighty, inspiring fighting.

Wasn't even much of a fight. Gladstone had afrits, we had about two dozen half-wit foliots and a djinni or three. [He pauses] And the golems, of course. While they lasted. Dealt a blow against the spirits, not a thing against the staff.

[There's a point to this, though. Honest.]