* Gandalf spoke soothing words to the black horse which he rode bareback, bidding it be calm and still. The horse stopped, eyeing the adversaries in front of him. *
* Furrowing his brow in concentration, Gandalf raised his staff with a sweeping motion in the direction of the smuggler with the burned arm. The smuggler levitated off the ground and was swept as if by a silent wind into the highest branches of a nearby tree, too high off the ground to pose any further danger. *
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