"Now?" Terrance asked with an impoish grin across his face. He knelt down, Viloet still only making it up to his chest. "Now I ensure you won't tell anyone." Before Viloet could react, the man wrapped his palm about the back of the small halfling skull. Holding it firmly in place, he used his forefinger to draw an arcane mark upon her forehead. "This is a curse, Viloet. If by any action on your part, defamatory remarks or the truth about my operation is passed on to others, single-handedly or by second-hand information, something 'inconvenient' will happen." He chuckled, thinking to himself 'I doubt she knows a wizard that could dispell my magic. Even if she does, the expenses would be constraining.' "After now?" He quizzed, headding back for the stairs. Before bounding up them, he remarked "you still have a library to dust."