Sorcerer: Turn on a partymember instead!

SORCERER, grinning devilishly: Actually, the true target of my spell isn’t the barmaid… but one of my fellow partymembers.

BARD: Wait, what? You're pulling a fast one on us?

ROGUE: You’ve got to be kidding me!

SORCERER: This one’s for the Bard pulling my pants down the other session while parleying with Lady Silcamore!

BARD: >sniggers guiltily<

ROGUE, muttering: Bunch of chaos-gremlins.

BARD: In my defense, getting your wood out did fast-track negotiations.