Ferdinand shrugged, "I am a weakling. I have no power. I have no strength ."
He reaches into his chest, and removes the rock.
"All my power comes from Imagination. I am not powerful, I am not strong, but Imagination is."
He flings it at The Kidd, piercing him.
He drinks a potion, and the wound heals, however, he gets a massive migraine.
Roland nods, and looks to the tent, still standing.
"Lets go to bed." he says.