"<span style="color: Blue">Many of those I work with are still learning new magic and unlocking different potential abilities. They usually show little to no moderation in using them, and so deplete their magical energy very quickly,</span>" Erma explained. "<span style="color: Blue">Though neither Kynthrinn nor I have had much of a problem with it, we are still essentially leading about a group of relative beginners.</span>"<br/><br/>Another slightly larger swallow of her wine, and the glass was nearly three quarters gone. Erma took a glance at the poster Tygrane had laid on the bar, and nodded silently at it. "<span style="color: Blue">Yes, I suppose that we've found the same job.</span>" She then looked back up at Tygrane and said, "<span style="color: Blue">I suppose I'll chat with the one we suspect to be Kneecapper. You may follow, if you like,</span>" downing the last of her wine before walking away.<br/><br/>Erma wormed through the crowd with little resistance, as most parted both out of the chill that would run up the spines of those who were more sober than not, the others because her armor was dangerous to be any closer than three feet from. Upon reaching the table, Erma stood still in front of the gnome, looking down at him with a neutral expression. Her sword was held in front of her like some kind of sigil, her hands gently holding it straight. "<span style="color: Blue">You would not happen to be Fillet Kneecapper?</span>" she asked, her voice being stern yet curious.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>