He wanted nothing to do with the menance downstairs, besides he was sure the soldier and the feisty barmaid could handle it just fine.  Besides, he needed to rethink this whole plan. The barmaid stumbling upon him out of disguise had definitely caused a problem, and he was almost certain she didn’t fall for his excuse or spell.<br/><br/>Victor decided to exercise in order to clear his mind.  He tidied up the clothes, folding them  and placing them on the table,  leaving only his pants on. He sat crosslegged on the floor in front of the puddle of water, moving the one lit lamp beside him.   He began to reach out and feel the fire, focusing on its need for oxygen. Slowly the flame was guided out from the lamp to the edge of the water, focusing the heat to eat away at its natural enemy. Wisps of steam floated from the surface as the small light began to consume the far superior water.<br/><br/>Victor stayed like this, in deep concentration as the water evaporated into the air. Only a small puddle was there when a knock at the door brought him back to himself. He could tell by the vibrations of energy in the air that it was the barmaid. He forsook his disguise, deciding it was time to deal with this problem. He remained seated and called out to her, “Please, come.”