"You mean basically if I had a little sister who hung around you too long," Chay says with a smile, looking to Koh before patting his shoulder. "Too bad that you'll probably need to hire a merc to manage something like that... or a bouncer wench from a tavern." Whytephire looks torwards the mines, the smile still resting on his lips. "Then there could be a random spell that could put that to order."