It seemed like a bunch of fun and jokes at first. Eliza wasn't very much in the mood for jokes and exchanged a decent number of glares at Koan in the midst of the jesting. But it didn't seem like anything she needed to [i]stop.[/i] So, instead of causing a ruckus, Eliza just turned away and started walking to the staircase leading below deck. And then there was an ignition at her feet, causing her to yelp and jump back with pain. Her head whipped back toward the manic bard, an uncharacteristic flare of rage sparking in her eye. 

The assailant in her eyes began an incantation. A simple flick of Eliza's left wrist and the effect was [i]counterspelled.[/i] But nothing happened. Her body locked itself in place and the wizard realized that the instinctual motion was impossible with her frigid and numb arm. The moment of potential peril was soon ended as Eliza's fellow arcane practitioner released her supernatural shackles. 

Gnomes weren't very well known for being temperamental. And like them, Eliza was a level-headed woman. But in this moment, a flash of disgust and anger showed in her face. She had waited for Koan to retaliate or continue, keeping her [i]counterspell[/i] at the ready with her working hand. As soon as she saw the magic disperse from Koan's fingertips, Eliza was going to send a spectral palm to forcefully usher the maniac overboard.

But alas, the crowd had grown impatient with the theatrics and began to revolt. Garnesh had already dug his claws into Koan's collar and began dragging the woman off like a fresh kill. An exasperated huff pushed itself out of Eliza's chest as she gave up on her idea of retribution. Resignation washed over her visage as she concentrated on the means of a swift escape, thinking back to the wealth of script within her personally kept vellum pages. The memory of tearing minor rifts through space as a means of transportation graced her mind before she spoke an unintelligible command word. Gibberish, to be exact, but gibberish was all that was necessary to call upon the arcane threads to weave a circular [i]dimension door[/i] before her. Eliza stepped into the circle and instantaneously found herself in her private quarters. 

Privacy was a well-kept commodity in her eyes, and after these swiftly turning events, Eliza felt it necessary to indulge. A flick of the wrist and a tired sigh lit the candles within her chambers. A spectral hand was summoned before her to reach for the Haversack she donned. The clumsy fingers peeled off the straps of the item before the gnome collapsed backward onto her bed. A dull [i]tunk[/i] sounded off as her frozen arm made contact with the wall near the cot. Eliza craned her neck forward to see the Haversack placed in the corner of the room, mentally commanding the [i]mage hand[/i] to reach inside the magical pack and retrieve some old college robes of hers. With an awkward mixture of her magical assistant and her own tiny, pink, fleshy digits she wound the robes over her temporarily defunct appendage. With nothing more for it to do, her shimmering blue hand clenched and rapped against the wooded ceiling as forcefully as she could muster. Which is to say that it wasn't at all forceful. The cantrip faded as she closed her eyes, releasing the mental thread that kept the conjuration in play. It was time for a long nap. 

[hider=Stuffs]Bonus action to use her Lore Master feature [i]Prodigious Memory[/i] to replace her prepared [i]Fire Shield[/i] with [i]Dimension Door[/i], and a subsequent action to use that spell to teleport below deck. Some [i]Prestidigitation[/i] and [i]Mage Hand[/i] usage was in play afterward, but nothing that effects anyone else.[/hider]