The young wizard is startled out of his increasingly dark thoughts by the water getting dumped on him. He sputters and coughs and the arcane fire goes out. He takes a few moments to collect himself and then he gives a little bow. "Thank you for the assistance...that could have become a problem had you not arrived when you did," he says quietly.

His tone is polite but it carries a note of worry in it. His accent sounds vaguely German but there is a musical quality to it that marks it more other than pure German. "I was a fool to pluck that page out the air as I did, but we wizards are drawn to the new and it is hard to resist it's call."