<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">EDIT: Revised the latter half of Alyssa's actions to be less motor-mouthy.  <img alt=":P" src="./images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" title="Razz"/></div></div></div><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Vanika wrote:</cite>“Fgh mww hrr frsshh, bmmnpp-!”</div></blockquote><br/>"Of course,"Alyssa replies, hoping she's interpreted Vanika's stuffed speech correctly as she steps back, her hands raised in acquiescence. "Please, help yourself. I'm sure there will be more." In truth, the idea of claiming the demoness as her own meal had never occurred to her; aside from a single lesson at the Sergeant's insistence, she's never been a predator, nor thought of herself as one. But if 'winning' her prey from a rival hunter suits Vanika's tastes, then there's no harm in indulging her perceptions. Provided, of course, that she keeps to a strict demon-only diet...<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Perception check to examine the dais: 1d20 (1) + 15 = 16, failure</div></div></div><br/>Remembering the demon hordes still plaguing her city, Alyssa turns her attention back to the center of the square as she updates herself on the current situation. Her vision blurs for a moment as it passes over the dais, blinking her eyes reflexively against the unexpectedly bright light. It's obvious something important is occurring, or about to occur; but from this distance it's impossible to discern what's going on. Perhaps if she were closer...<br/><br/>Better not, she decides. Even if the dais is the focal point of this conflict, whatever is happening there is almost certainly out of her league. Until the situation demands otherwise, she'll do better staying here and guarding the civilians. Speaking of whom...<br/><br/>Alyssa clears her throat, and waits for a moment until she has Mina and Angel's attention on her. "This area is still dangerous," she says. "Until the situation is resolved, please stay under cover and remain calm." She gestures toward the interior of the ale tent, the turns her attention to Vanika. "And if you'll come with me for a moment, Miss..."<span style="font-style: italic">then I can keep you out of trouble,</span>she concludes mentally, carefully holding her expression at neutral for the pseudo-demoness. While it's possible Vanika is no threat, she'd rather be certain before introducing her to a tent full of drunk and panicked civilians...