Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160724171730/@comment-28358106-20160724173928

I stand and place myself between Praetor and Jeiel,  and begin to gently push Praetor back, while eyeing Druella. "Make your point quickly, Druella.  I might have been a mediator on your mother's behalf,  but I can't guarantee the same for you."

I turn to Praetor, a regretful look on my features. "Sorry, old boy, but it beats a mailed fist in the face." I cast a time-slowing sigil around Praetor. He can see and hear everything, but moves incredibly slowly.

I turn to Druella. "I can't guarantee the sigil will hold long, either.  In fact,  it may mysteriously vanish, depending on what you have to say."