It took mere moments for Kizer to be worried about the safety of the little man he'd enchanted. As he prepared to shift across the room and safe the poor soul, he realized that there would be no need. At that moment he was sure he should probably remove the spell from the man in the morning, and let the man live a longer life than the one he was chasing. A few moments after the departure of the half-ling, a very unlikely face entered the guild hall, during business hours no less. Varliss, another of the renown members of our astute guild of spell-casters. Kizer looked him over once before turning about, trying to think of some other way to amuse himself as the night went on. His first prank hadn't been quite as amusing as he'd have liked, but he wasn't sure if he should stress his relationships with his guild-mates at the moment.<br/><br/>