The Troll raised an eyebrow and shook her head. "I'm just a simple shaman, I would rather heal wounds or prevent them than cause them for the sake of pride." She smiled a little and pulled the waitress over to whisper something into her ear making her frown but nod before walking away. "I saw you stroll in here like you owned the place wearing just your underwear. You don't get a body like yours by just being all talk. I already know you're powerful." The drums suddenly stopped making the Troll look up and frown. "You wanted to see the Warmatron." Suddenly the drums boomed to life but this time they were drums of war that seemed to rattle the whole building. "I guess you made an impression on her." The Troll conjured a small totem on their table that helped to dampen the powerful shock waves from the war drums. Everyone in the center of the room cleared out as what looked like a comet came crashing down and Bwambi stood up from the flames, her hair a radiant blaze as she began to perform a dazzling routine with her spear. "What a show off... but it's like the Loa dance through her."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>