Rachel sits in the middle of the room reading a history book covering the rise and fall of the dwarf kings of the 4 century, she idly twists her braided hair, seemingly oblivious to the spirited debate over which is the better beverage; beer or ale. the argument while spirited lacks a certain level of intelligence due to the drunkenness of the participants.

a loud crash is heard as a bar stool is broken across someone's head, sending them careening toward Rachel's table.

she looks startled but picks up her book and wine while speaking a series of words that call forth short lived black tendrils that hold the falling half orc in place just long enough for her to slide out of her chair.
she looks around then up and eyes her new seat, speaking another series of words her feet glow red and she runs at the wall seeming to leap upward running up the wall, landing in a sitting position on a overhead beam. surveying the fight below she speaks a few more deliberate words while looking at the drunks that have now begun to fight in earnest.

how about we raise your inhibitions, by lowering your drunkenness.

speaking more words a faint glow falls on the combatants as thier bodies begin to heal and burn off a bit of the alcohol in thier system.

as the combatants come in better grip of thier senses, they stop thier fighting and return to thier drinks.

looking around she sees that the bartender is looking angrily at her.

How many times have i told you not to practice your magic in here, get out before i throw you out.

rachel looks sheepishly
but now they will drink more...

the bartender cuts her off
OUT

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Disposition
Lots of book smarts...less street smarts
Lots of information in her head, and while intelligent she is very naive.