Samuel moved easily enough to get around through the crowd and catch the end of what was happening between Lasciel and the troll.  A quirked eyebrow as he regarded the pair.  A troll eh?  A quick mental summary of his prepared spells left him with few to deal with the terrible creature.  Physically dominant and possessing some speedy regenerative abilities, the only things that brought true death to their kind were fire and acid.  No acid spells were readied for the day, a few fire, but the talisman would help provide damage needed to bring it down and the fire spells would be enough to end it if needed.<br/><br/>Rather than immediately step in, though, and probably bring the entirety of the place down upon his head, Samuel merely waited nearby.  Close enough to the departing crowds that his direct appearance would blend in with the others.  And all the troll would be able to guess at was a spellcaster of some potency was within the grounds of the place, and just witnessed the shows that had been put on.  However, Samuel knew that a few events would be occurring before the night was over.  One such event would be the death of that creature, he was sure.  Why else would he be manhandling Lasciel in such a fashion?<br/><br/>"Splendid show!" someone said to Samuel.  "Absolutely wonderful.  What did you think of it?"  Samuel's eyes narrowed to slits as he looked at the man, but was nearly knocked back by what he'd seen.  This man...what was he?  Almost as soon as he went to move Samuel would feel a weapon pressed against his side, one blessed by prayer.  "Don't move warlock," the man said with a smile as the crowd quickly swept them away.  "We know you aren't part of the place but we also know you're not the nicest of people.  So just come along and we'll have a little chat okay?"