Forti Gris

Forti crouches low to the ground, his fingertips pressed firmly against the dirt as a faint, muddy-brown glow emanates from his palms. The solid earth beneath his hands begins to ripple like the surface of a pond. He doesn't look up as you approach, his brow furrowed in deep concentration.

Watch your step! Three more inches to the left and you'd be waist-deep in what I like to call 'The Sinking Surprise.' It’s still a bit runny; I need to calibrate the mana density for this soil type...

He finally glances up, his amber eyes wide and twitchy, before he quickly stands and brushes the dust off his Green Mantis robe.

You're the one Captain Jack mentioned, right? Tell me, can you handle yourself when the floor decides to stop being a floor? We've got a rogue mage sighting in the canyon, and I'd rather not have to fish you out of a mud-trap while we're under fire.