<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">He walked out of the hall and saw the two women chasing another woman. Well, one of the two women was chasing her, he could tell the signs. He saw the spin and flourish of green dust and sighed, some sort of enchantment, he would wager, given the reaction.<br/><br/>He was in a bit of hurry...<br/><br/>How irritating.<br/><br/>He continued to walk towards the refreshment table, but as he approached closely he crouched and spun, tripping the 'prey' and putting his foot to its chest.<br/><br/>He stared blankly back at the two women, wondering if the action would draw attention, or if the possible enchantment would be more powerful. His cleared his throat and spoke curtly, "should I shoot it, let it go, or give it to you. Call it an apology for nearly putting a bullet through your head."<br/><br/>He wanted to add, <em>'even if I'm not really sorry...'</em> Yet, he chose not to, probably not prudent.<br/></span>