[Red Wine does not currently count any Fae amongst his friends or acquaintances and it takes him a moment to realise what is happening when those around them begin to panic and swat at the air. It works, and he nods shortly to Ferran as he sheathes his sword and swiftly puffs himself into a cloud of mist to escape the crowd.
As he rematerialises on the other side, he makes a face and looks over his shoulder. Despite the usefulness of the skill, he's never really going to get used to that.]
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As he rematerialises on the other side, he makes a face and looks over his shoulder. Despite the usefulness of the skill, he's never really going to get used to that.]
I'm much obliged to you. We should be on our way.