Garath was about to suggest that the evening should be continued upstairs when three men entered the dining area. As a bard and storyteller, he had learned over the years to observe. Magic was a useful tool, but not the only one he possessed by any means...And that same tool meant that he had to step lightly more than once when he had encountered those with southern temperaments.
And these three men screamed inquisitorial guards. Well, two of them. He didn't know who the third was, but he was with the guards, and that made Garath even more nervous. Some inquisitors were mages, though the Church kept that quiet. He decided it was worth the risk to check on the third man, disguising the casting by incorporating the gesture into a caress on his companions cheek, sending out a questing thought toward that third man with the need to know if the man were indeed a mage Spontaneous Magic (Perceive/Mind - 2/2/1).
