Blinking, in the magely fashion, often caused a strange shimmer in the air, a 'blipping' sound to accompany. Now he knew a weaver of definite magic was present. Remaining hidden atop the Smithy building, he spotted the cause, and with unusual reaction. A gnomish mage, who of all things had opened up on the oddly dressed human. Was she deranged? Or was there more to this situation then meets the eye? More time was needed, he needed to understand the reason for this attack, and besides, one didn't just blindly attack a mage, not until they knew what sort it was... And so he waited, he waited until she threw out a massive molten ball of rock, or bound gravity against him, or simply an elemental of ice came to her aid... Rushing headlong in would not do well...<br/><br/>Besides, if he was lucky, they could kill eachother.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>