"Why you-!" Echlar began, more than a little angry. This woman seemed to know Zakiyah, but so far made no indication whether she was friend or foe. Echlar wasn't sure if he should use deadly force or not as War Scribe tried to haul the Lorekeeper out of bed. Perhaps she was Zakiyah's friend, but the old Wizard would simply not buy that they were sisters. He decided that, at the very least, he should stall this woman until the Lorekeeper could either vouch for her, or ask for his help in getting rid of her.
Echlar's eyes narrowed in concentration, and right about then the lower hem of War Scribe's clothing burst into flames.
