Sybella would only be too happy to oblige the guard's requests once this was finished.  But for now her attention was strictly on the arcane threat before her.  Feeling the heft of the salt in her hands, the priestess judged the amount to be insufficient.  Instead she grabbed two cups on the stall's counter and dunked them through the nearest bag.  With both full she charged, going over the incantations of binding in her head as she stepped into the center of the cloud.  Gracefully twirling around, she turned the cups up to make an enclosed ring around the cloud and bounded out.  Her cloak fluttered around her as she recited her magic prayers and, using her cloak as a focus, waved it defiantly to subdue the mist.