"[color=7bcdc8]Yeah-- that'd be nice. Dun go in 'ere 'dou. Girl's fixin ta wet 'erself, she so scared. Hidin' uner da bed like a scared fox, and jus' as snappy.  I gits the idear that if she coulda done sommat like plow somebody hard 'nuff ta shatter four ribs an' tear a shoulder, she'd a dun it by naow ta escape. She prolly outta juice at 'ta moment. All da same, she prolly bitecha if ya sticks ya nose unner 'dere. Say.... She did say at "Mean, cat-eyed elf woman's [i]'talent'[/i]" were "all over".. ....Ya s'pose?[/color]"

Cedar remained where he was, blocking all ingress or egress through the door with his bulk, but sucked in a breath and expended a little more of his power, despite the risk of going flat himself without warning, due to not eating right. His awareness of magical energies sharpened, but the only thing he could detect was the man right in front of him, who was under such a powerful aura, that it almost hurt looking at him this way.

Cedar raised an eyebrow in alarm at the man, but the aura seemed very tightly confined to just his person.

"[color=7bcdc8]Nah... I aint git'in nut'in from the nice elf lady downsta'rs.... But YA is practically bleedin' magic.. Care ta enlighten a fellar as ta what ya up ta son? I ain't gunna let ya in dere all glowed up like 'AT. Not tills I knows what ya up ta.[/color]"