"Nice try, elf..." The kyton grins wickedly over her shoulder. "I can promise you that neither myself nor my associates will impede your movement, but we both know very well the true definition of a league. And 500' does not a league make..."<br/><br/>She chuckles, and vanishes in a swirl of chains. The imp with her turns briefly and gives you a lewd grin, blowing a kiss at you before vanishing in his own puff of smoke. As simply as that, you are alone again.