Kiyanna winces as she gets up, rubbing a shoulder. That had gone much better in her head. It didn't help that the voice's tone had taken on a mocking edge. She wasn't sure why she had paced it as Widdershins earlier, it sounded much more like that of Sila Rulthric. Her eyes narrowed at the name. It was all coming together now. She wasn't sure how, but this was all clearly a prank set up by Sila Rulthric. She wasn't sure how, but she knew that all of this, including both her spills, must've been orchestrated by her nemesis. Kiyanna brushed herself off, then stomped into the bar. "I'm here! What do you want? Aakif, make me a drink."