At the sound of the growing altercation, the purple-haired miqo'te strode up to the table, setting her jaw as she laid her gaze upon the leader of the group of men. "Show's over, boys. Why don't you four go get a round on me? You surely wouldn't want to cause trouble, here, of all places," she said, narrowing her eyes just a bit and flicking the tines of the rod at her belt, evoking a pure chime like a tuning fork and causing the silvery-black wootz metal to glow a faint blue.
She tossed a handful of gil towards the men. "So go sit down and have a drink."
She tossed a handful of gil towards the men. "So go sit down and have a drink."
The Freelance Wizard
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