Swamped

Surprisingly, he reaches for your ear.

"Um, I'm wearing a helmet," you point out.

"Good point. Is your chin exposed, then?"

"Yes?" you say, confused.

A moment later, he touches you and then everything goes black.

You almost expect to be somewhere else when you wake up, but no, you're right where you were, minus a glove. Thankfully, you didn't land in the pile of dead bugs, somehow.

"Apologies for the lack of warning," he says, holding up a small jar. The fly is inside. "I was worried we might be overheard."

"By a fly," you mumble.

"It might have escaped if you took the glove off, so I stunned you and the spell carried over to it because it was so close. But I needed to directly touch you for it to work. Only needed a few seconds to trap it. Here's your glove back."

You put it on. Your head's still in a daze.

"Can you do anything about the illusion?" Resk asks. "It's unsettling seeing that glove just appear and disappear."

"It'll wear off on its own. So I'd rather not waste the mana. Anyhow, I still haven't looked at what I intended to look at."

Without another word, the wizard steps through the open door and starts staring intently at the symbol.

Resk opens his mouth, but the wizard promptly says "Hush!" and he closes it again. Whatever's going on must take a lot of concentration.

A few minutes later, the wizard looks up and turns back towards you. From the look on his face, you get the feeling there's some kind of problem.