[Urianger passes a withering glance toward Cid when he realizes what his fellow wizard has done to the guy. He might've been a racist dickhead at first but they're still trying to leave a good impression. Well, Urianger is, at any rate.

He lifts his star globe up towards the wolfman and passes a small barrier onto him. It's got a comforting warmth to it, so as to patch up any budding bruises caused by the fall.]

Thou mayest take thy leave. Pray locate Mistress Elizabeta outside. We shall carry on from hither.

[With that, Urianger stars scouting out the room, eyeing the staircase.]

The magic applied to this staircase appeareth weaker than that of the primary staircase.