Seeing this...flighty woman...climb into Tolan’s lap sure as hell wasnt amusing to say the least. She probably thought she was going to seduce him or something, little did she know it was almost midnight and he should’ve been intoxicatedly asleep by now. He didn’t even [i]notice[/i] the orc’s words were meant to be intimidating as a result of that wild accent, and he didn’t humor the magician with the mask, all he did was violently grip Nieth’s shoulder and fling her off of him and onto the ground. He was just a little annoyed by the harlot they packed around. [color=yellow]”Go sell yourself someplace else, [i][b]wench.[/b][/i] You’re not my type.”[/color] Of course, Micah’s attempt at magic would only slightly help. To the outside world there was nothing to be noticed, but across the inside of Micah’s mask were entirely esoteric images. Expressions of Tolan’s mind flashing in Micah’s. 

It was all a mess, and it wasn’t until Neith was on her ass in the floor that Micah’s hand got thrown off of him. [color=yellow]”And keep your magic to yourself.”[/color] Tolan acted as if nothing happened, like nothing at all happened. Did Tolan actually notice Micah’s attempt to see inside his mind, or was he simply assuming based on his perception of Micah?

[color=333000][right]Everything wa[/right]s off. Either Tolan [indent]was su[/indent]bconsiously aware of Micah’s presence or
[indent]Brandings.[/indent]
The night sky.
[center]C[indent]on[/indent]gre[indent]gations.[/indent][/center]
Yellowed pages in dust covered books.
[sub]Moonlight[/sub] he just had a foggy head. 
[right]The clearest thing in Tolan’s head was a young voice.[/right]
[center][i]Sk ele[/i][sub]tons [/sub].[/center][/color]

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