Exton

Ike could feel spells being readied. She hadn't realized just how many magic wielders were in the crowd. Shifters were on edge, vampires were feeling the tension, hungers beginning to burn.Settling on the stage, away from the crowd, She began to meditate, gathering the forces starting to churn and drawing off just enough to keep it from boiling into violence. She could not do magic, but she could direct the energies. She let it flow through her and into the Tavern's shields. She felt Monty's touch as well, knowing he was giving her strength. There was too much. A blow up was imminent.