Geist remained crouched at the base of the wall. He settled his back against the wall, his eyes closing and muscles relaxing as he went into a trance. A faint shimmer appeared in the air in front of the mage, slightly blurring his features, like heat rising from summer asphalt. Hammer knew Geist was calling on the aid of one of his servitor spirits. He had seen the telltale signs with Geist and many other magic-workers before. The mage was calling in the big guns.