Verily, man, this wizard peace is splendid. I just saw a guy clap his hands together and say “spirits o’ field and vineyard” or something along those lines, and every one around him was showered in fresh-baked pastries and loaves, had their cups fill with aged wine, and then were soothed by a warm summer breeze. The minstrels didn’t even sing his praises, that’s what a joyous time this is. And here I’ve just been casting calming dew and level 2 aura of cheer. I think I just heard “power word: dessert” two groups over. I gotta get over there.