That's exactly what I'm talking about. Now that you remind me, I think that Evilde right across from us specializes in that sort of magic. Maybe you could ask her for help? Me? I can't. I'm too busy. And after all, if I were to clean up every single one of my so-called accidents, would I have any time left for making academic breakthroughs?

Yes, of course, I remember. I wanted to sober up a bit, so I enchanted the chairs to play a light game of tag with me. Naturally, the simpletons at the tavern assumed that it was unintentional and tried to 'save' me. Oh, but can't they see that they themselves need to be saved from their dull, pointless routine? In many years, they will realize what an honor it was meeting the great %name at the very dawn of his career. Anyway, I don't know how to stop the chairs from flying.

Nothing strange about it, really. Just an incompetent mage throwing magic at the wall until something sticks. I won't bore you with the technical details, but the enchanted candle I've given you should return them back to normal in no time.

Chairs that fly? How interesting! I suppose that would be Alteration? No, no, maybe Mysticism, but chairs don't exactly have souls to displace within the Dreamsleeve. I'm assuming that wasn't done on purpose? It's not magic we normally condone here, you know, after that incident with the mops. Still, you're in luck. I have a ritual candle that will dispel the enchantment on the chairs when it is lit. Here you are. Just place it anywhere in the Moth and Tiger and light it. My enchantment should do the rest.

A spell that made the chairs fly? Astien Lothaire did that? Try taking it up with Elvilde. She specializes in that sort of magic.

A spell that made the chairs fly? Who managed that one? No, wait, %name doesn't want to know. Try taking it up with Elvilde. She specializes in that sort of magic.

A spell that made the chairs fly? Who managed that one? No, wait, I don't want to know. Try taking it up with Elvilde. She specializes in that sort of magic.

It's all just a bad memory now. Or it would be if my customers were to finally stop talking about it.

Thank you! Take this for your trouble. Truth be told, I wasn't looking forward to trying to replace them. Their wood was shipped all the way from Moridunon! As it is, I had better keep them in the back. Zaurac swears he saw one still twitching.

They're calm now. I'd thank anyone who can help me get them back to the floor, though. Do that magic thing you do, yes?

Yes, it was very odd. Zaurac over there approaches him, and this Mages Guild sot seemed to think he was being attacked, so he tried to cast some sort of spell. Something went wrong, though. I could tell from his expression. As soon as he finished casting, all of our chairs started flying around like they were alive! But instead of going for Zaurac, they attacked the mage. Even after he fell down, they kept bouncing off of him until we threw him in the street. Maybe you could get them to stop somehow?