Saul steps out from behind the tree to see the giants for himself, then takes a bit of pork rind out of his pouch(which no doubt smells horrible from all of the weird crap he keeps in it), then flicks it in a motion that causes it to move in a completely straight line at a space between the wolf and the giant near it as he says "Slip" in Draconic. The butter flies farther than would be possible were the laws of physics not afraid to come within a mile of Saul and spreads under the feet of the two aforementioned beings. With his spell cast, he laments "This would be so much easier if I didn't have to save my strong magic for the drow."
Spoiler[ooc]And now he can be reminded that the attack on the drow is tomorrow rather than today without metagaming. 5' step to J8, casting Grease on spaces B8, C8, B9, and C9. Reflex DC 15.[/ooc]