Above the towpath, the "show-off" begins to ricochet against the glimmering enclosure. The shimmering barriers flare with each strike, but do not give way. Slowly, the attacks slow, then cease altogether as no progress is evident. In an offhand, desultory manner, the ball of flame unfurls and raises his left hand. White hot fire strikes the wall, which again flares, then settles. "Well, this is going nowhere fast. Time to try other tactics."
Slowly, carefully, the fireball folds upon himself until he resembles nothing so much as an intense, glowing dot. He delicately moves toward the barrier, searching for seams. Noticing a promising crevasse, he floats into it, then upwards along its "floor", if a vertical face can be considered such, only to emerge back in the same straits. Frustrated, he inadvertently voices his preference aloud..."May I please be excused?"
The voices, which had been whispering unintelligibly, cease. A large patch of glimmering wards fade, then disappear entirely, leaving the twilight sky untrammeled. Bemused, the fiery sojourner quickly shoots out of containment, headed for the castle. As he leaves the glimmering substance behind, he shouts over his shoulder, "Thanks!".
Reaching the gate, he sees the tiny triad of spiders descend from concealment, and can only wonder at their clicking speech and purpose. The dark figures besieging the gate note his approach, and open fire with projectile weapons. Fortunately, all are rather primitive, and either whistle harmlessly past or melt to slag upon contact. Concerned about what's happened to the rest of the company, he returns to the air, searching for another way in.....
'That must mean light. Maybe it's that big fiery thing that was in a box last I seen him. Oooh, Company. I haven't seen no-body for months and days and time. Yee Haw!' 
