<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/Characters/90031511-ebbe-4b70-853d-8fb39e25b4f3_zps2a26dcef.jpg)    </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Arianna Morgan</span><br/>Kitsune Transmuter & Bartender (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=178661.msg8519539#msg8519539)<br/>Location: The Guild Bar<br/>Tagging: Varliss<hr/><br/>Arianna looked up in surprise as the halfling approached her; he'd been content to order from his table so far, and things seemed to have gone well with Alanna...perhaps he just wanted some other ridiculous drink...?  She put on a pleasant smile and set her glass down as she watched him carefully, judging his slurred speech to see if another of those ales would be likely to kill him.  "I enjoy creativity more than attention, and it makes for better conver-"<br/><br/>Her focused attention was likely one of the things that made his attempt to cast a spell so absurdly obvious.  She brushed it aside with a wave of her hand, a few sparks erupting from the impact to scatter across the polished wooden bar, igniting a bit of spilled whiskey in a brief flash.  The spell seemed innocuous enough at first glance, but made no sense at all: her endurance was unlikely to be tested within the next few minutes, all the spell would manage to last.  He was either a complete fool...or, more likely, an attacker who failed in his cleverness.<br/><br/>In any case, she wasn't inclined to set a precedence of tolerance: hadn't the thrice blasted fool been paying any attention at all in the last few minutes?<br/><br/>Her eyes instantly hardened as she stopped in mid-sentence, her mind transmuting to a crystalline matrix of logic as her anger flared and she reacted to the threat.  The lesser geas spilled across her lips before she'd consciously chosen how to respond, the words spoken in a soft voice like a silken caress, her smile never fading.  Leaning forward, she spoke as though seducing him.  "You will<em>obey me</em>, little man.  You'll not-"    Her smile finally vanished as her spell failed.  So, not a fool, and not weak, either.  Pity; that would have been easier for them all.<br/><br/>Her next words were amplified by her cantrip, carrying easily to every ear in the guild although she didn't raise her voice.  "Get your ass the fuck out of my bar.  If you're seen here again you're a dead man."  She raised her hand in a gesture like an orator, preparing a spell that would draw blood this time.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Will resist 23/18, Spellcraft 32 v. Varliss</div></div>