Emmaline poked her head out into the hallway long enough to assimilate what was happening. She gripped the cotton shift she had borrowed close to her as her blue eyes widened. Drunken brawls and violent men were the norm in taverns but this was something else beyond that. The glowing veins of the man-thing's arms shouldered in the darkness as both Beren and Raddek advanced on it. Emmaline was not inclined to risk her own skin to provide dubious aid to the obviously seasoned fighters, even if she had a weapon she would have been as much of a risk as a help. Instead she stared intently at the creature trying to determine what manner of threat it might be. Behind her eyes something seemed to move greasily and suddenly the hallway was painted in her minds eye with twisting strands of golden light...

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1d8+4	12	Magesight
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