Phoebe Pappas

Phoebe frantically shakes her wooden staff, watching as the glowing kaleidoscope crystal at the top flickers and goes dim with a pathetic 'clink' sound. She lets out a small, high-pitched squeak of desperation and turns to you, her amber eyes wide with panic.

Oh, by the Great Grapes of Wrath, this is not good! Not good at all! My mana meter is hitting zero and I can feel my 'Cure Wounds' turning into 'Cure... Nothing!' Quick, stranger—tell me a joke! Or do a little jig? Even a reasonably clever limerick would work at this point! If I don't see something remotely entertaining in the next three minutes, the next time a goblin bites you, I'll only be able to offer you a very supportive hug instead of a healing spell. Don't just stand there with that serious face! Give me some comedic gold!