Location: The abandoned suburbs of Dalgren Mission: Distract the Guards. For: @zanmyrdo
There will be time to be nervous about this later, Sylvar thinks to himself, as he carefully observes the guard he will have to deal with. Now isn’t the time for feelings as frivolous as that. Confidence is key when it comes to pulling off a charm like he intends to. The spell-work is easy. Sylvar could charm a brick wall if he had to, but he knows how crucial it is that his spells stick and last in this particular case. The Gambit is depending on him, and he does so hate to let them down.
With his target locked in sight, he breathes out hushed incantations, fingers weaving a spell in front of him that settles over them, light as a feather and as warm as sunlight. He has faith that it will stick true, but all things such as this are best approached with a gentle hand and a beguiling smile.
Sylvar’s steps are calm when he makes his way into the view of the guard, close enough that an un-charmed person would have jumped into action. It’s natural to reach out and press a light hand to a shoulder, to gaze into warm eyes and turn on his own, less magical charms.
“You looked dizzy on your feet for a moment there, my friend. Is all well?”