{Praexon: It doesn't affect the result, but I forgot to add the Cunning Knowledge bonus to my Spellcraft check like I said. It's included below.}<br/>[Spellcraft to identify Stoneskin: 1d20 (20) +9 +8 (Cunning Knowledge) = 37, success]<br/><br/>Alyssa recognizes the spell covering Leska's body: it's the same defensive magic the drider used during their first encounter. Just thinking about that fight makes her knuckles throb- she might as well have been punching a boulder.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Praexon wrote:</cite>"<span style="font-style: italic">What</span> are you doing, slave? Did I <span style="font-style: italic">tell you</span> you could go anywhere? <span style="color: brown"><span style="font-weight: bold">Go back to my table and wait there for your punishment!</span></span>"</div></blockquote><br/>Alyssa winces the command, bracing herself for... nothing? She can feel the drider's magic flowing over her, but a reassuring warmth emanates from the angel and negates the spell. What would otherwise be a torrent of psychic power is reduced to a mere trickle...<br/><br/>Leska is speaking again, but her threats now sound hollow and nugatory. The rest of the angel's companion's apparently feel the same- looking around her, Alyssa sees the huskygirl cracking her knuckles, and the angel's centaur companion moving to stand by her side. Even the inn's patrons seem to have turned against the drider, as an inebriated rabbitgirl jeers at her from the bar.<br/><br/>Glaring defiantly at Leska, Alyssa assumes a fighting stance.