Emma rolled her eyes, Mages are all the same. Get a few drinks in them and all they want to do is one up each other.
"No! No battles in this tavern!" Emma slapped her hand on the counter for emphasis, just in case they'd had so much liquor they thought she was kidding. "If you even think-" Emma was cut off as Esher let out a high pitched, manic giggle and conjured a whirlwind of flame to dance and flicker in the palm of his hand, How much has this Demon had to drink?
Emma eyed the burly mercenary they had hired to help out with unruly customers, wondering if she should call him over. Thankfully he looked sober this time...
Failing to get even the slightest grin from her, Esher sobered, looking disappointed and the flame sputtered out.
Turning to the approaching Erwydra, she smiled wryly, "What can I get for you, darlin'?"