Benedict had become bored stiff. Every night meeting up just to stand there and watch the plant-life. Who had really built this idea, anyway? It seemed to him that perhaps spell swords WERE unreliable, uninteresting company. He pressed his lips together and sighed, looking out a classroom window, when—

Oh. Screaming.

He should probably care about that, seeing as he was a Cleric, and all. Right. He almost didn't want to, but whirled regardless to the group of individuals now surrounding the vine'd Marlene. He didn't ask whether she needed it or not. A tiny heal spell was applied to her ankle, and he began preparing a series of defensive buffs.

"Seems like it is finally worth the time to be here."