"I'm sorry. You're right, I am a fool. Please, tell me more about this Lord in the East. How many soldiers has he brought?"
The innkeeper dropped his rag on the table in disgust, his hands trembling with ire. "What's a young whelp like you going to do about city politics?" In fact, his anger got the better of him, and he started to throw down the mug he also held, ready to smash it to make his point, but Yeolani acted quicker.
The expected shattering of crockery never came. Yeolani stopped the mug before it hit the slate floor and lifted it slowly so the barkeeper could see it hovering and set it lightly on the counter. For good measure, Yeolani filled it with ale magically and then passed it toward the man, all without breaking eye contact with the bewildered innkeeper.
"That's no way
