Date: 2013-03-31 01:29 am (UTC)
bitterguardian: (frownyhat)
Downstairs, there's nothing immediately amiss, which means she has to venture out of the stairwell to investigate deeper into the place. It's once she steps away from that last stair that she finds herself running into an invisible wall. Trying to step back will result in the same sensation, and escaping to either side is out, too. Nothing's there, that she can see, but she's trapped in an invisible box with less than a foot of space in every direction.

She hears the voice first, a musical, expressive bass with a vaguely British accent. He sounds almost bored, disdainful. "I wouldn't recommend discharging a firearm inside a magical shield, and I won't be held responsible for any damage inflicted if you do." The stranger strolls out from the doorway of the back stockroom. He's tall, taller than Balthazar by a few inches, and heavyset. His clothes are more tailored and dapper than the other sorcerer's, but there's that same slightly antiquated look to the suit and bowler hat, and of course the pointy old man shoes, albeit in a slightly larger size. Dark eyes watch her shrewdly, but he has a rolling limp and a cane, so there's some weakness to be exploited, there. He wears rings on most of his fingers, too, and one glows faintly blue.
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