[i]"That one there, to our... Ten o'clock," Treyman whispered to JT. Well it was more a hushed tone than anything, in all honesty. He could practically smell the mana that reeked from her body through Manic Attunement, a long forgotten spell from a land of chaos and despair that Treyman inhabits and occasionally visits. "Mage type, courteous as hell... Seems sketchy. Keep an eye on her for me," he said to The Cowboy beside him as he stood from the table, walking to the counter where Luana was as he leaned over the table. He didn't make eye contact with her, but his voice and distinct Canadian accent was still memorable from rvrn one interaction. "Mind if I buy you a drink, Lu?"[/i]