Cludge succeeds at parting the crowd for Rathan, the people move out of the dwarf's way without protest. They're too focused watching the young mage's antics to be too frightened, though.
Galwynn attacks, the mage slips out.
Saithnar speaks his calming words over the din of the crowd, and he instantly has the wizard's friendship. He suddenly stops his approach and says, "Why, I think you're right, my good friend. I honestly don't know what I was thinking! I was just so overcome with desire for that pie, that... Well, I think I'll take your advice and go buy a pie of my own. Terribly sorry to have bothered you all." With that, the young wizard bows politely to Galwynn, picks up his dropped quarterstaff, and heads off in the direction of Edwyd's Victuals.
Over by the tower, the blue smoke has dissipated. The door suddenly flies open and a tall human in robes, presumably Rilithorne, comes out shouting, "Bats blast you, Jon Kilran, what did I tell you about messing with my potions! Half the blessed city will be in love with each other by the time that stuff dissipates on its own!" Rilithorne waves his hands around and a spray of orange fog comes out, mixing with the blue fog to create... nothingness. The mage runs off after Jon scolding, "Come back here you worthless lump of foppishness!"
The crowd smiles nervously at the powerful wizard unleashing all sorts of magic, but they're surprisingly calm. They turn toward Cludge and Rathan, wondering whether the parade is still on...
OOC: Go ahead and regain your composure, then we'll move on.
To AGFlynn: That's perfectly alright, I didn't mean to rush you, but I wanted to keep things moving. It all worked out fine. =)
