Assuming that there was no more to the knights than met the eye, the voice of her neighbor would have had to have come from the hobgoblin. He would soon be occupied with the red haired knight. That left the man with the mace for her. But he wouldn't fight her, for she was his dear friend, or at least that's what he'd believe once Aryn was done. Aryn focused her gaze on the man with the shield and began to chant. Slow whispers ran together into an incomprehensible staccato of sound as Aryn cast her spell.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Verdana;">OOC: Charm Person</span>