"Now then, gentlemen, where's your sense of sport? Perhaps this little grouping would be better if it were a little more...<em>steamy</em>."<br/><br/>The voice came from nowhere - specifically, a nowhere along one side of the wall, where if anyone had been paying attention, they might have noticed a vague gnome-shaped outline against the wall, too well-defined to be an ordinary shadow in the fading light. Private by nature at the best of times, Nimred preferred to remain unseen whenever possible, including in a setting such as this devoid of his arms and armor. Not defenseless, though - still cloaked, he gestured, and a jet of crackling flame leaped from his hand to strike the water of the bath close to the crowd of gropers and create a roiling cloud of boiling-hot steam, relocating himself away from the origin point of the fire in case anyone had been paying attention.<br/><br/>(initiate Fan The Flames, 6d6 fire damage at nothing in particular but boiling the water around Langley's assailants, then moving 30ft away from where he was. Stealth of 27+18=45 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=31775).