One tentacular display of showmanship later and most of the guard, and most of the pedestrians, were sent either fleeing, screaming or both. This was with the exception of some very stern and hardy ironclad folk who began to bear down on the poor madman at once. Yvah couldn't in good conscience watch the man be terrorized like this, even if he was a smelly octo-whatsit breeder! 

Like a true heroine, Yvah stepped between Ulor and his would-be assailant without much thought. "He's just playing tricks, you know how cooky mages are," she said in her most endearing tone, "Ulor is just as harmful as Squiggly here." At this, she points toward the horrid illusion that the Warlock was responsible for (or the empty air where it once was). She then conjured a wily deception that would surely fool the guard captain into allowing the party to pass. And then she blurted out, "We're the General's private companions tonight. We have papers and everything." She motioned to Ulor expectantly, hoping for an illusion of proper documentation. 

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