Dagorkun’s eyes narrowed. “And if I insisted on staying?” Thin, brilliant blue cracks formed in the handle of my broom. The floor in front of Dagorkun shifted, fluid as the sea. “Then I’ll seal your body in wood, so all you can do is breathe, and use you as a lawn ornament.” Dagorkun blinked. “This summit is very important to me,” I explained. The wall behind me creaked as the inn bent toward Dagorkun, responding to the tone of my voice.
Dude -- it's a semi-sentient building .... even if it's a light sabre equivalent ... no real point. ;)
