Raistlin flicked a bit of ash from the sleeve of his robe, irritated. “I don’t know. I don’t know why I was covered in such grease or why it brought me back here against my will.”

His eyes gleamed at the thought of a good magical challenge. “A good fireball has been known to stop many things in their tracks. I have a dragon orb, used to speak to the minds of and summon dragons on Krynn. Perhaps we can make something similar to contact the squid if translation or telepathic charms fail?”