Phaelan was stupefied for a moment. Perhaps that silly old bard was from the North! The chick's voice was incredible and lilted better than his own golden chords-- not that he was a soprano any way, so really it wasn't comparable. Phaelan looked about the rest of the party to see who all was also awake, and he was honestly a little discouraged to see so few managed it. At least that baggy-clothes guy was awake... Wome--er... perhaps it was just the spell.

Not being an expert in magic, magical creatures, or glowing women, he quickly rooted around the grass and soil nearby in order to find some stray peach pits to toss at the slumbering companions in order to wake them up. Hopefully the other guy was better at dealing with this sort of thing.

Roll to throw peach pits at the sleepy time gang: The 20-sided dice lands on 5