Don't Rock the Boat

Uwe had been joking before about Sylen's skills being incredibly attractive - well, not joking per se, but using it as a cover up. Now.... now he wasn't joking. That had been... wow. Uwe's face was red, his eyes firmly on the ceiling, as he attempted to collect himself. He wasn't looking for someone, especially not here, especially not someone who was dirt-collar. Mother would be so unimpressed, would never stand for it! That was okay, though - it didn't need to go anywhere. Sylen had already rebuffed him. Really, all that had happened was that he'd learned something about himself:

Men working with their hands, especially when helping him, were excessively attractive.

It was just a thing that was, nothing more. And he probably would have known it before, if he'd ever spent time around people who actually worked. Maybe being put on a finding team, rather than just a secretarial position, wasn't the worst thing ever. But back to the matter at hand.... "Ah, yes. Well, thank you. And, um, Fortune," he added, though he had no idea what Fortune had really done. Sylen deserved the entire measure of credit.

Uwe took the oar, steeling himself against his natural hesitation. "Uh, yes, that sounds like the correct idea for these circumstances," he agreed, nodding sagely. "But... how are we to get out? I have not yet heard them leave, and we stand on... well, we do not have the higher ground, literally." He almost winced at mention of magic, and the questioning of his usefulness. "Unfortunately, no, I have no transmutation skill. My magic falls more into wind-based illusion."