[center][h3][b]I'onriyi Stonehand[/b][/h3][/center][hr]
Having been nearer the masked sister than the blue one, the penin mage had no way of stopping the violent event from occurring. However, having been between the masked sister and Morgan, he had plenty of agency in dealing with the man he not yet knew was a vampire. If he had known he would have kept a closer eye on the man, or outright revealed him to the city guard as a dangerous element. The man's unfortunate timing and aggressive actions, accented by his incredible stupidity--at least from the penin's standpoint--were making him believe that he ought to have let the city guard take him in anyways.

Such was his certainty that something terrible was going to happen the moment that Morgan shoved the blue sister, that he began muttering and moving his fingers each in different patterns at his side.

He did not pull his staff from his back, but his gauntlets began to glow. Each of them emanated a light bluish hue as his energies channeled through them. He was weaving runes in the air at his sides with both hands. Each finger wrote a rune, but he mirrored the same runes on each hand so that he was writing them twice to increase his chances for success.

The incantation went thusly, its words barely whispered, [b]"Seal its form. Bring calm and diffuse stress. Create aversion to aggression/violence. Expand outwards like air, with speed of lightning. Permeate and remain."[/b]

This was a spell that he had developed in his free time several years back after he had encountered situations in which he had to reduce aggression levels for a variety of reasons. It also made fighting hordes of enemies easier as the spell briefly put them at ease to such a degree that it made the group passive as he cut them down or entrapped them in a second spell. With his fingers and lips both working to complete the spell, he managed to cast it as the pillar struck the roof and began to expand into a wall.

The spell, which he had aptly named Ego Subduction, spread out as a nigh undetectable wave of energy, which upon contact with anyone within the inn or several feet around it, would curb aggression, bring serenity and calm the nerves. It brought forth an aversion to violence or the cause of further distress in any within the area, and made chaos a concept which one wished to avoid. While the effect would not violate the mind, it would infuse impressions into it on a baser level. 

While it was surely possible to detect the spell's creation, once it was used, the presence of the spell vanished almost entirely leaving it difficult to detect at best. He had yet to encounter individuals who could detect the spell, or the point where its effects ceased. However, it was surely possible that some could.

As the spell was cast, I'on felt the energy he had devoted to it leave him and was forced to lean on the wall near him for a moment as he recovered. At his best the spell would not have staggered him as it was, but he was not at his best. His day having been long he was more physically tired than he was magically, and so the effects had hit him harder than they ought to have done. Nonetheless, he managed to recover enough to add verbally to the situation. [b]"And I'm sure as all the hells that you should shut yer damn mouth!"[/b] he said, a form of distinct annoyance in his tone. Nonetheless, the Finest was taking off the edge to the situation for I'on. He'd have been angry enough to knock Morgan out and restrain him, then haul him off to the authorities had he not downed several gulps a few moments before.

Instead, he was annoyed and suspicious. He had still made the conclusion that Morgan was dangerous. In fact, he considered the man's inability to truly read situations properly more dangerous even than the masked sister who had nearly killed the man just now.