Seeing the bandits and various petty thugs lounging around in the Inn, making note of their weapons and lack of armor, seeing that this is just a band of weak thugs for the most part. Smiling out some from the compliment as I saunter into the middle of the room, within ten feet of the most bandits I can get at once without actually being within ten feet of the ladies.<br/><br/>"Say there boys, care to see a little magic trick?"<br/><br/>Winking at what I presume to be the leader, while making my quick prayer to cast the spell, "Corona of Cold!". Suddenly up pops a aura of extreme cold around me with radius of ten feet. Smiling to myself as my breath mists out of my mouth, standing there and drawing out my sword as well. Anyone within the ten foot radius takes 1d12 cold damage PER round, fort save of 18 negates, but only negates for that round.<br/><br/>