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Message: <blockquote data-quote="jkason" data-source="post: 2635471" data-attributes="member: 2710">Byntrou sighs, looking to his compatriots. "Whether we eat or not, it should definitely not be here, I think," he whispers. "Though it looks like Gav may need himself another distraction. Let's see what I've got. If this doesn't work, Destiny, we may have need of your little stomach trick."He turns to Bahruul. "Petik, I think it's time for the Bous blessing of food ritual, yes?" Softer he adds, "Just do your best to follow me, and hopefully it'll mask the spellcasting."At a nod from Bahruul, Byntrou's fingers wriggle in the air, his hands spinning about each other. A lilting harmonic string of words follows, then Byn flicks one hand in the direction of the barkeep.Four glowing flames suddenly appear in the air about the barkeep's head, spinning wildly, orbiting him, swooping in and out of his legs, under his arms, brushing inches from his face, in a pattern that suggests both agression and agitation in the heatless flame (though of course, they merely obey Byntrou's will).OOC:[sblock]Cast Dancing Lights, effect as described above. Hoping to unnerve the barkeep enough to let Gav wriggle free and run. Also hoping Bahruul mimicing will cover the casting itself.[/sblock]</blockquote>