The three voices falter for a moment as Valen's voice rings out... and the elf gets only a momentary warning before a surge of pure arcane power comes bursting through the door, threatening to knock him off his feet in a cloud of dust and smoke... ((DC 16 Reflex))<br/><br/>When the smoke clears, three figures stagger out of the smoke, each holding a kerchief to their face and struggling to regain their breath as the black smoke continues to billow out of the building behind them.<br/><br/>"Oi!" The middle figure- a tall, slender woman with blonde hair, black eyes, and slightly pointed ears- pulls her kerchief away from her face and looks around as if searching for something. "Who in the hell comes knockin' around on other people's doors in the middle of the... um..."<br/><br/>"It's day, sis..." the right-most figure is a similarly built, full-fledged elf with hair like spun silver and brilliantly purple eyes. She looks to be of an age with her companions, but Valen knows that she has probably seen nearly three times as many years as either of her 'siblings.'<br/><br/>The figure on the left- a human, from the looks of her, with green eyes and jet-black hair- just sort of chuckles at that, though her attention is less on her companions and more on the Elf in front of them.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Yay, covens. </div></div>