Laurin watched with mild interest. Normally she was the center of attention, this rare occassion providing a unique opportunity. She glanced about as if to find a better vantage point. Disappearing behind a wagon, she set her writing utensil and parchment down, uttering a few words barely above a whisper as she shielded her guestures with her body, only to reappear on the other side of the wagon, moments later. With a grin worthy of an imp, Laurin utilized the weave to make it appear as though Darius had sodded himself in his angry outburst.