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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ambrus" data-source="post: 4984131" data-attributes="member: 17691">Although the majority of the surrounding crowd remains blissfully mesmerized by Girri's sensual performance, a handful of those present appear to remain cognizant throughout the song. The most vocal of them, a well appointed merchant holding a sheathed rapier tries to snap his fellow patrons out of their collective trance with a call to action: "Stop them! They're getting away!" His words seems to fall on deaf ears however as neither he nor anyone else present causes enough of a fuss to disrupt the harrower's divine hold on the crowd.A few moments after the thugs disappear through the kitchen door, several panicked cooks emerge into the main hall. They are quickly caught up in Girri's mesmerizing song however and soon grow still as they watch her dance with serene expressions on their faces. From behind the kitchen door there's the muffled sound of crockery crashing to the floor followed by the slamming of doors before silence ensues.Girri continues her divinely enhanced performance for what she judges to be a sufficient amount of time to ensure that the danger has passed before finally allowing the power of her prayer to wane. The crowd begins to mumble or clap appreciatively as the harrower bows and hops down from the dais. Moving hurriedly through the crowd, Girri pauses on her way towards the front door only long enough to once more grab hold of the half-elven woman's arm. The would-be mage smiles serenely as she allows herself to be dragged off by the harrower. "That was. Wow. That was the most amazing thing I've ever seen. How... How did you do that? The way you moved... Was that Auld Varisian? It sounded so mournful. It really spoke to me..."By Pharasma's luck the magic holding the hall's front door appears to have waned during her performance; Girri has no trouble in opening it and slipping outside into the cool night air. From the hall, the last thing Girri hears before she draws the door closed behind her is the petulant voice of that same merchant as he once more tries to prod the crowd into action. "Now she's getting away!"</blockquote>

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