Ryteb was resisting the urge to throw up. What was the old saying, don't swim nor teleport less than half an hour after eating. For the first minute he didn't even pay attention to his surrounding, being brought back into focus when this strange woman started shoving things in his face. A candle and a cigarette.

"No thank you ma'am, I'm not allowed to smoke." Ryteb said, before his brain finally shifted back into gear, "Wait, really? You are asking me, a mage of considerable power and wisdom, to preform the service of a matchstick?"

The youth raised his hand, and flames of many colours appeared around him. His eyes glowed with an aura of mischief to them. "What is your next wish milady? You know you only get three right?"