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Rising to his full height for a moment wondered why he felt so violated, until her realised exactly where the lightning wench's hand had just been. Quickly he checked his money purse, counting the coins with his fingers, but luckily they were still all there. Eyeing the goddess suspiciously Geoff set the baby ice drake aside and reached out for his stave.

As soon as it arrived in his hand Geoff held the lump of wood high over his head and concentrated, a bright light pulsing from the tip of his staff which seemed to envelope the whole room. Slowly at first, but soon gaining momentum, the fragments of the floor, ceiling, furniture and one unfortunate customer who'd been caught in the collapse all began to knit themselves back together.

With the floor reforming beneath their feet Astrape, Bronte and Elderi found themselves being lifted through the air until finally they were back on the main floor of the tavern, the other customers watching the floorshow with amusement. Apart from the regulars, who'd seen the trick a thousand times before and so instead took the opportunity to gaze in wonder at Hilda's impressive 'accomplishments' instead.

With the light beginning to fade Geoff lowered his stave and glanced around to inspect the repairs. Everything seemed back in order now, except the sword which had been impaled in the ceiling was no where to be seen. Turning his attention to Bronte Geoff screwed up his forehead in confusion as he saw her still lying fast asleep on the bed. [color=39b54a]"Hmm, that was supposed to go back upstairs..."[/color] He mused to himself for a second, before shrugging it off and stepping back towards the bar. [color=39b54a]"Ahh well, I'll just tell people she's part of the night's entertainment... no, wait, that might not be such a good idea..."[/color]