Revan entered the bolhouse. He remembered the time he had met Rothen here. He smiled, and started looking for his book.

Oh CROD! There he was. The boy who shed stolen the note book from. She saw him take a peek around the different places where such tings often lie and then he started of towards the bar but suddenly he stopped dead still.

Revan eyed the girl. Or, more exactly, he eyed what she was holding in her hands. He walked over to her, and stretched his hand out. "I believe you have something that belongs to me... My notebook?"

*Squek* Was all she got to say before she ran off. She heard the shout but all she thought of was getting away.

Revan cursed. The girl was possibly a spy! He had to retrieve that notebook. In the name of Kyralia, he had to. Therefore, following the rules of only using magic in defense of the allied lands, he sent a small forcestrike at the girl's back. It was horribly, and had honourless, but he had to.

Feeling the pain flash into her body she felt a tingling and then a red hot rage. An explosion of orange flew from her body and then she slumped to the ground. As people recovered from the shock they could see that the left side of her face was filled with a tigers fur and an eye like an ruby glinted where an pupil should have been.

Revan watched for a moment in terror. Then, remembering himself and his status, he calmed down. "OK, return to your drinks, everyone- there's no more to see here!" Some of them muttered, but returned to their drinks as he had instructed, just sending quick glances at the girl. He went over to her, and bent down, examining her. So young... Can she be a spy? In any case, she needs healing. And she must be questioned. I must return her to the Guild... He sighed, and lifted her up, hanging her over his shoulder like a dead lamb. That thing... She must have done magic! But how... Don't say... My notebook? Shit... I'm in trouble...