Harry had, thus far, been sitting back with a look of utter bemusement as he watched the proceedings, which given he was a grown man sitting at a table with a bunch of twenty somethings and teenagers, and at least one pony, playing D&D being run by a robot, he likely had little reason to feel so above it all. Luckily, anyone who might have pointed that out was busy trying to deal with Balrogs and their insane DM, and to be fair most of his amusement was from picturing how Butters would react to Tom's adventure design.

Finally deciding to step in, he leaned forward to rest his elbow on the table, other hand surreptitiously tapping the entry of a potent healing spell in Namine's book as he did, before declaring, "Don't worry, I know the Balrog's one weakness." He grinned wickedly. "Namely sharp objects applied directly to the gut. Drawing his mighty axe, Nerrath Rotblow lets out a fearsome battle cry and charges the Balrog to try and cleave it in two!"

One might think this was Harry just goofing off, but really compared to some of the plans he'd implemented in real life, this one was actually rather well thought out.