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Things were going well enough. Not a single Varjan would pass by her, and any who tried would be instead drawn into her mass...what did she do with them? Well, that was perhaps better left unsaid. Cake was plentiful and perhaps, sending them back into town after having a taste would be quite humorous...ah? A subtle feeling of magic not belonging to Lunatea or her companions made itself known.

A warlock?

Nyla pursed her lips.

magic caster. Likely knew fire spells. She'd need to be careful.

[color=a187be]"Tsk tsk, why do men always like their wars and battling?"[/color] She'd sigh, condensing her mass a bit in order to have more ready to defend herself from. The Shoggoth would lash out with a few tendrils, testing the waters to see if she could hinder this warlocks movements. [color=a187be]"Why don't you just take a nice comfy seat on me like the last one of you did?"[/color]