SON OF A- /dodges the marbles so they don't hit me in the face, or anywhere else for that matter/

/There is a burping sound from the well, and you get wings. Not large wings, though. Little ones, the size of your spread out hand. You can't exactly fly around, but if you beat them hard enough you get just enough lift to go an inch above the ground. SO there's that. No moving around, though./

/Cautiously peeks into the well, then moves away, only leaning as far away from it as she can before dropping in a dollar coin/ I wish for a necromancer. Like, the drink. A good one. I really want one, since they're my favorite now that I've finally had good gin.