Mhenlo and Vidaar rose from the table, the monk casting curious glances at the ranger, and the ranger's visage completely void of emotion, his gaze at the ground.  They joined the rest of the group in time to see Haley begin her assault on Dow Jones, Bartholemew toss her some heavy weapons, Ephantus fire every cannon he possessed at the Economancer, and the demon-lady begin her boycott.<br/><br/>Mhenlo looked at Vidaar and went to speak, but decided against it.  Now was not the time, not during such a battle.<br/><br/>Vidaar raised his gaze, scoping out his new quarry, his face still unreadable.  He drew his bow and an arrow, speaking elven words of power as he did so.  "<span style="font-style: italic">Sulie pusta!</span>" he said, and the wind began to change, becoming a tailwind for Vidaar and his group and allowing his arrows to fly faster and farther.  He then readied his bow with its ammunition, took aim at the money mage, and let fly, the arrow screaming for the forehead of the currency conjurer.<br/><br/>Mhenlo stood there, admiring Vidaar's technique and abilities.  However, shocked at such a reaction, he shook his head.<span style="font-style: italic">Why am I looking at this man this way?</span>he thought to himself.<span style="font-style: italic">It's almost a look of longing. Why? I cannot be attracted to him.</span>His mind trailed off, leading his thoughts away from the matters at hand.