[dark.sun.druid]

Armun quickly pulls his hand back from the door handle. Worried, he curls and uncurls his fingers, making sure his hand still works. He feels his head dip forward slightly, as if he were falling asleep, but the feeling quickly abates,
"Thanks, but I think I'll be fine by morning," he says to Merla, turning his head. He looks just in time to see her wrenching her own hand from her wrist. Briefly, he is rather shocked, but recovers his composure. He watches, fascinated, as the hand crawls out into the room.
"That's some sort of dark sorcery if I've ever seen it," he says, but under his breath. After watching it for a moment more, he looks up and squares himself in the doorway, bringing his hammer to bear, "Well, this looks just too ordinary to be safe."