"Pytyar Corthril" she answered honestly although she knew for a fact that he had not given her premission.  She did hope however that he'd be sympathedic to her cause, and realize she ment no real harm in the spell.  She crossed her arms over her chest and looked to her familiar to find the little imp had flown off as usual, he was the first to flee in a situtation where he might get in trouble.  but alas what was to be expected from a creature of oblivion, decent and threachery were common there, or so she was told.