Sage

Out of the corner of his eye, Sage spots a blue beam shot from the bar. Naturally curious about the light, Sage stands in his chair and sweeps his hat off the table, turning to the waitress and saying, "Many apologies, miss, but I think I shall be moving to the bar for a bit... When the food is prepared, just set it wherever I happen to be, if you don't mind." He gives her a pleasant smile before hopping to the floor and quickly walking (almost skipping?) to the bar.

Once there, he takes a moment to climb up on a barstool next to the dwarf, saying "Pardon me, barkeep." His voice strains as he struggles to climb up onto the stool. Once up, he simply stands on the seat and leans against the bar. "Mind if I inquire as to what that light I just saw was? Unless I miss my guess, it was a spell of sorts..."

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Just some pre-emptive checks on the probable wand there.

Knowledge-Arcana: (1d20+11=21)
Spellcraft: (1d20+9=26)