"Millar! What the hell?!" Manoris had staid his tounge as Millar was examining the weapon, but now had caused a bit of chaos doing so, smashing a table and probably hurting himself. He looked around the bar, quite a few eyes were on them, most confused. "Sorry, spell backfire, go back to your drinks, no problem." He went to Millar. "You gonna be okay? Are you going to need healing?"