[Just about when Sieglinde is pretty sure she got swindled and that straight-faced thief had run off with her coin... for what, fun?, it was hardly that much money... an altogether different person just takes a seat at her table as casual as you please?
Only the fact that he orders a drink prevents Sieglinde from tossing him from her table (verbally, she was hardly capable of it physically), instead sideeying him something fierce with a brow raised high...
Until he passes the drink to her, and the illusion dissipates to leave her with her original companion once more. Trying to hide how impressed she was with the ease at which he completed the feat, Sieglinde instead takes her drink first, sniffing it curiously.]
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Only the fact that he orders a drink prevents Sieglinde from tossing him from her table (verbally, she was hardly capable of it physically), instead sideeying him something fierce with a brow raised high...
Until he passes the drink to her, and the illusion dissipates to leave her with her original companion once more. Trying to hide how impressed she was with the ease at which he completed the feat, Sieglinde instead takes her drink first, sniffing it curiously.]
An illusionist, are you?
[Thanks.]