He harrumphs quietly. "'Twasn't even their magic, arguably. They convinced Hythlodaeus to give over one of Lahabrea's fire concepts - a being you know better as 'Ifrit'. Then they used the volcano's overflowing fire aether to give it form, and thence do battle to safely disperse the energy. A wild, reckless idea..."

One that he had no choice but to assist with, else the jaunt may have ended poorly. He doesn't remember much about his scolding but he does remember the smile upon Azem's face and the sooty scorch marks all over their robes.