"If this does not work,"

Wren watches him struggle with the weight, plants a boot in place atop the box. It'll be terribly embarrassing if this how she loses a toe, but what can you do.

"I vote that we get someone to burn through it."

It'd take a long while, but at least it'd give the mages a break. Something simple and therapeutic to rip their way through.

(It is of course absurd to suggest the same might be said of the two of them.)