Chapter Two: The Empire's Heart
Aver is uncomfortable enough with the situation, well before Mefodiv goes and spits on the darkly-clad man. As soon as he does so, she rises and backs away, hoping to avoid a stray fist or pommel. "Wait, wait! There's no need for this," she tries crying out, but it would seem that her faltering voice holds no conviction.
She fears that her friend is about to lose a few more teeth, and decides to help in some way. Recognizing her lack of value in fisticuffs, she backs away into a darker corner (and away from prying eyes) to evaluate the situation and cover her bases. Day one of being registered with the College, she really didn't need to be caught using Magicks in a tavern brawl. She opens her third eye, searching for any who might recognize her power in use, but fails to notice anything. After all, it has been a long day and her friend is in danger.
18:00, Today: Aver Eldebrandt rolled 38 using 1d10+30. Initiative.
18:07, Today: Aver Eldebrandt rolled 64 -- a simple failure using the Warhammer Test system with a target number of 63. Magical Sense.
Actions
Half-Action - Move: Aver moves back several meters.
Half-Action - Magical Sense: Aver fails to spot any other spellcasters.
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