Dalen watches the thugs fall. One left, simple enough. He focuses the effect near Aliani - hoping his elven heritage wasn't too diluted - and attempts to bring down the thug next to him. The spell expended and his concentration freed, he cries out to a familiar he can't quite find amid the chaos: "Rhetoric, pursue!"
Dalen turns to Brendan with a look of disdain. There's a nagging tug at the back of his mind, a reminder of his rapidly depleting magic; a warning to be ignored in such a situation. He begins to weave his magic, drawing upon its most unusual verbal components, "it seems Gaedren has an eye for talent. Shame it cost you one,"
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Dalen casts Hideous Laughter on Brendan. DC 19 negates.