"The clearest illustrations of darkspawn I've seen were in a book called History of the Blight that I read back at the tower. Is that specific enough?"

"Who wrote it?"

"It was a collaboration between groups of scholars from several different kingdoms and species. No one put down their individual name on it."

"Uh, what year was it published? I can almost never do title alone."

"8:60 Blessed."

"...Let's see if I can use that despite total unfamiliarity with the local calendar..." Cam holds out his hand. Now there's a book in it. "This look right?"

"Okay, I can probably distinguish these from the air with binoculars from way beyond the range of arterial spray."

"There are no ordinary people with faces like that," his summoner affirms.

"By the way, what's your name, I'm Cam."

"Metella."

"Okay. Is there a darkspawn army some known place for me to go slaughter right now or did you choose this moment to summon me for other reasons?"

"We're expecting one within the next few days."

"From a direction I could fly towards until I spot 'em, or via nondirectional intel?"

"Nondirectional. They are currently out in the woods in large numbers, not assembled into an army. They are expected to attack us soon."

"Okay. Can I help with anything in the meantime? Are we besieged? I can do food."

"Not exactly besieged, but food would help. I haven't summoned you on anything like an official basis, though, so there's a limit to what you can do openly. People who can do magic without authorization are not well thought of, and the fact that you can do new inexplicable impossible magic won't help anything. Unless we dress you up as some sort of miracle-working prophet, I suppose, but false prophet is probably not that much safer than apostate as careers go."

"I can get rid of the wings and tail if there's a good place to burn them, and I don't have to be visibly paying attention to a place to appear food in it as long as I know the layout, but maybe people wouldn't eat spontaneous bacon or whatever?"

"Not if they saw it appear. It could probably be snuck into existing supplies without provoking too many questions, though. Something that travels better than bacon."

"Crackers. Fudge. Peanuts. ...Well, some people are violently allergic to peanuts, are peanuts a known food here, if they're not I'm going to have to give you epi-pens or something."

"I can't say that I've heard of them. Why don't we avoid the hazardous unknown foods?"

"They're delicious, if you're not allergic, but yeah, I should probably just duplicate whatever you've got locally. At least ingredient-wise."

"How about you get rid of your wings and tail and acquire reasonable clothes and I show you what's in the food stockpiles and you make more of it? People are less likely to notice that there's more food today than there was yesterday if it comes in the form of a few extra sacks of flour than if it comes in the form of fudge."

"Sure. Can I just set them on fire here? I assume a pile of ash will bother people less than disembodied appendages."

"Yes, you can just set them on fire here."