Really, Azmuth didn't think such spells exist. After all, it seemed like a petty use of something so powerful.

Then again, he'd built things on a whim in the past that did fairly ridiculous things. (He really couldn't say what possessed him to turn one of his father's lab assistants' extranet "radio" into a clockwork rodent. He knew he'd had a reason at the time but he'd long since forgotten it.)

He closed his eyes and settled in for a light nap while they headed to their destination. It was better than trying to read in all this.