Edhelír, my chief wizard, needed help figuring out what an Amber Plus was. We took a break so he could try his spell, and a huge slampak rose from the ground, reaching up to my waist. I kicked the carbon fiber can with my foot.
"Still playing games... I don't remember being that much smaller!" I turned to Edhelír. "Shrinking spell! Now!"
The wizard took out a rod, chanted a couple of words, and tapped the edge of the slampak. My Amber Plus shrunk to normal size. I picked it up and activated it.
"What is the song, some kind of bird-beast?" the wizard asked.
"It's the nectar of the gods, knock yourselves out!" I replied. A moment later, the glug glug sound effect was coming from dozens of slampaks all over the camp. After drinking as much as I could, my can was only half-empty. It was also enlarging. And something kept poking my skin. The map was also enlarging, tearing the pocket to shreds. The huge parchment fell out.
My sensitive ears picked up voices through the brush, those of two humans. One of my archers announced a wagon had lost a wheel. The group chanted "Loot! Loot!" as they vanished into the woods.
"This isn't any time for loot, we have work to do! Guys!" I grabbed the map, outraged they would just run off without so much as asking me. I looked sternly at Dínenor. "These delays are intolerable! Get 'em back!" He just chuckled and ran off with the others, right into a patch of enormous leaves. It struck me then why everything in the forest seemed so huge. The trees weren't getting bigger, we were getting smaller. Without even meaning to, I cursed and screamed in anger.
"How am I supposed to fight a dragon when I'm the size of a pixie!"