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Andalusia had fled to the shadows at the first sounds of combat that issued from the tavern. She hid in a tree, shivering, and watched as her companions, plus several other people, ran into the building. She stayed hidden until the sounds of violence had ceased, and then slipped out of the tree and to the ground in front of the main entrance. I feel bad about leaving my companions to fend for themselves, but my magic wouldn't have done much good inside the tavern, where there likely isn't much plant life to control. Satisfied that the danger had passed, she stepped into the tavern and stood next to Tyfer. "Sorry I haven't been around. What's going on?" she asked cautiously.
"Wanna play a joke on your chiropractor? The next time he starts working on you, go limp and soil yourself."