Mirri perked up on her tail in curiosity as the sound of singing raised up in the air. Easily distracted by the new ruckus, the fey's attention slipped away from her conversation partners. Parin, on her end, didn't even notice the singing with how she was slumped against the bar with her ears covered by her hands, quietly wishing this all to be a nightmare she could wake up from. Her cheeks burned with the shame caused by the fae's actions. She shouldn't have let the snake fairy get it's hands on alcohol in the first place, of course the thing would go ahead and publicly embarrass in front of the most powerful person in the city. Mirri often found a way to do so with cruel delight, and she always let it happen like the silly fox she was. Both failed to notice W'ineton getting up.<br/><br/>Parin's form jerked in surprise as Ogun's weighty hand found itself on her back, Mirri even turning to protectively hiss at the giant. Both of the girls calmed down however when the sole thing the metal giant did was comfortingly pat Parin on the back. The Vulpari's breath even settling in a more balanced rhythm. His touch felt soothing and comforting to the blushing Parin, who really had to work hard to resist trying to cuddle up for comfort in the giant's arms, as inviting as the idea was to her now.<i>"Are you hurt Ms. Parin? Your heart is pulsing at an abnormally fast rate."</i><br/><br/>Parin jerked up, accidentally sending the fae on her back flying. Mirri swore colorfully in her strange language while Parin focused her attention the heavily-armored fellow.<span style="color: blue">"What? How can you... Ugh, I'm fine, Mirri's just..."</span>Once more, Parin got distracted before she could finish her sentences, but this time it wasn't the marking's on Ogun's chest that stripped her tongue from it's strength, but the song and dance number playing out in the brothel. Her ears perked up in confusion, she watched the ensemble wordlessly while Mirri hummed quietly along with the song's tune.<span style="color: green"> "Is nice stage."</span>Parin blinked, and turned to the fey at her words.<span style="color: blue">"Stage?"</span>Circumstance answered Parin's question before Mirri did, when the spell holding the brothel's crew and guests enthralled slipped away. The confusion, and the brief lingering sensation of magic in the air made Parin's eyes go wide in shock as she connected the clues.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"Spirits above"</span>She exclaimed while slipping off her chair.<span style="color: blue">"We need to leave this place now!"</span>Parin was quite familiar with the arts, being adept at it herself. To control a person required tremendous amounts of power. To control a crowd, and do it casually? Unthinkable. Heart pounding in her chest, she tugged on Ogun's gauntlet.<span style="color: blue">"Come on! Mirri, stay close!"</span>She said while the fey landed on her shoulder and wound it's tail around Parin's upper arm.<span style="color: green">"Te vaya nol, Parin. Vaya nol." </span>The fey said in a soothing tone of voice. For once, the fey's guttural tongue sounded more intimate than sexual. Growing too impatient to wait for Ogun to get up and follow, the Vulpari vanished in the crowds. Her fox-like tail vanishing a split second later from sight.<br/><br/>Making her way through the throng of people proved to be difficult for the small foxling. Aware of their missing possessions, people where accosting those around them in search of their stolen treasures. A wicked bar brawl brewing, only kept in check for now by fear of W'ineton and her guards. Lacking the size to be noticed, and the strength to make her own path, Parin was pushed back and forth into people. A scream and the sudden collapse of a large man notified that someone had pressed against Mirri in the crowd of people, prompting the squashed fey to bite her aggressor. Parin knew the paralyzing poison would wear off within the half-hour, but wasn't willing to admit that that half-hour might cost the man all his belongings, and if he was unlucky and Parin's gut-feeling was right, his life.<br/><br/>Parin yelped as another sudden shove from someone unaware of her presence near their legs send her careening off to the side, right into someone else's legs. Quickly picking herself up, Parin looked up at the man she had been knocked into. Recognizing him as the theatric thief from earlier that had so excited Mirri with his words, Parin's ears pointed back. Failing to catch the man's brooding mood, she assumed he'd go into another trickster tornado, only this time with her at the center.<span style="color: blue">"Please, we need to leave this place now. Something bad's about to happen!"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>