Someone interrupts.

A gruff male voice calls out from the darkness, “Well, what do we have here? A human?” You look toward the voice but you can’t see anything. Suddenly a word you don’t think you’ve ever heard before pops in your head and somehow you are sure it will help so you say it. Your eyes glow just a bit yellow and the darkness parts. You see a 7’ humanoid with black leathery skin, the fanged horned face of what has to be a demon or gargoyle with huge bat wings folded like a cape on his back. He wears black metal boots with spikes and a heavy black and brown leather kilt. “A witch, warlock?” He asks. “You drew that magic from me I felt it. How did you do that without my permission?”

You really have no idea how to answer as you don’t know how you just did what you did. Not to mention he looks like he could tear you to shreds with his wickedly sharp looking claws. How to play it? Should you bluff and try to sound like a bad ass? Should you tell him the truth? Tell him what you know? All these thoughts race through your head as you look at him. His powerful physique commanding your attention.