Krystol moved over to the other man. "Let me see... Smirking, crazily mischevious look on his face... This man is obviously drunk. Veeeery drunk." He snapped his fingers, but as the magic raced around the area, it acted strangely. When it went near the man it recoiled, and sent out a tiny shockwave. "What is this?" He drew back. The man still looked mischevious, but to Krystol, he wasn't drunk, so he sat down on a bench a few metres away.