<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/Kyla_Thumb.JPG)</div><br/>Kyla<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">AC 14 (nude)<br/>hp 6<br/><br/>Perception +2 (Passive +12)<br/>Sense Motive +0<br/></div></div><br/>She listened to the speech, and eyed the chests of money.  Of course, if you flashed<em>that</em>much lucre in the faces of the peasantry, you should expect a bit of a mob mind.  Automatically, just to be extra safe, Kyla stepped a bit closer to Majet, already feeling her partner doing the same in reverse.  There was safety, and protection in those arms, not to mention a really nice headrest if she scrunched down a little.<br/><br/>When the mob surged forward at the end of it, and hands were reaching for the sacks of money, Kyla sighed softly, and looked over her shoulder at Majet, giving her the usual look before beginning her magics.  There might be those in this crowd who were a bit upset about this...<br/><br/>Thankfully, Kyla was quick.  For her trick, she didn't need those cumbersome gestures, and silly words.  She just needed to lift up a hand, and think real hard.  With a flick of a delicate wrist, she reached for one of the papers with her mind, picking the one that was least secure, least held, and tugged.  Like an unfurled spitwad, the parchment scrap darted out of the merchant's hand, and into hers.<br/><br/>A moment of triumph, and she grinned, waving up to the fellow on the stage.  She wasn't here to be a show off, or a danger.  She also wasn't here to get trampled.  They'd get to talk to him later, once the throng had dispersed enough.  In the mean-time, Majet would protect her while she scanned the note, ignoring the people around her as easily as she always did when something interested her.