There were many things about Alistair Warren that were true, he was intelligent and charming as well ambitious and bold in many ways. All good qualities in their own right. But like most there were darker parts to him, the desire for power and his own selfish wants mixed with powerful magic made him a threat to those who crossed him. But sometimes that darker side came out in simpler ways, such as in punishing those who clearly deserved it in the warden's eyes.
Such as right now, as Alistair witnessed a foolish excuse of a man who was clearly too drunk and too grotesque to know better than to not invade the space of another like that without permission. Only made worse by the arrogant words spewing from his mouth, likely someone who had enough station to think themselves above respecting others.
Which is why, with just a twist of his own fingers, the sound of bones snapping under telekinetic magic causing the man to scream bloody murder and drop whatever he'd been holding in that hand, clutching the broken wrist with the other hand. No doubt some would rush to his side to see what was wrong, Alistair would not be one of them. Instead he would simply take a sip from his drink, looking effortlessly composed if not slightly annoyed by the man's frantic yells.
