Great Calistria, how was one supposed to manage a battle like this?  Everybody going this way and that, back and forth, and all Albali wanted to do was remain safely on the periphery and aim spells and the occasional crossbow bolt at what was going on in the middle! Kaheksa on the other side clearly had the better of it, isolated behind Xarithe's snake. Albali's heart nearly stopped again as Gorun came rushing back and the catman turned to follow, lining up directly with her. Was it the one she'd already tried to put to sleep? Those furry faces were so difficult to tell apart - it was like a devilish version of the shell game. No matter, she had to trust the bull could handle the creature anyway - everyone else was pairing off, and Xarithe was practically tripping over -her- gnome. She had to focus her attention where it was most important.<br/><br/>Braving the catman's likely attack, she past at the edge of his reach to place herself at the head of the bed behind the gnome, and crooked her finger at the scrumptious little thing, racing through the words of the best lullaby she knew. He simply -had- to be hers, a sentiment she made clear to the druid with a glare over head of the gnome.<br/><br/>Ain came flapping behind her, ill-pleased at being abandoned behind the bull, even more than the thought of racing past what was likely a hungry feline.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Mechanics</span><br/>[[Unless that corner square southwest of Gorun is navigable and there's a way to dance through Gorun without provoking an attack of opportunity from the catman, Alabali will move like a bishop to just east of the south-easternmost bed, drawing an attack of opportunity, and hopefully sparing Ain from the same. If she does that without being minced, she'll cast Slumber on the gnome and hope he rolls poorly. Ain will make his way past Albali to above the bed.]]