You manage to catch at least three guards in the blast, causing them to rub their eyes and curse in irritation as the other two rush to their aid. Deciding to play the superhero pays off rather quickly, as a city of this size has a rather active nightlife, and an active nightlife breeds all manner of dastardly crime. Just down the street from Luthandrel's favorite dive bar, you see a man and a woman walking side by side. The woman is so obviously sloshed that she needs help to stand up and walk properly, which the other elf beside her is helpfully providing. What was it your old master used to say about situations like this? Something about stopping to make sure the woman knew who was taking her home and wanted to be going with him. Why, you could thwart the next Bonesaw Man!