[Suzerain of Sheol]

Shealtiel is about to respond to the woman's belligerent remarks, but he stops as he notices her, Michael, and the other young lady suddenly wince. The three psychics in the room. That can mean only one thing: a reciprocity generator active nearby.

Damn it, they're here already, he fumes inwardly, and even as he does so, blinding light fills the tavern as Saint Acacias steps in, revealing himself in all his theuric splendor.

In a powerful, harmonious voice, he Commands them all to "Stand down." Shealtiel buckles beneath the magickal compulsion, but manages to withstand it for the moment, though he can feel his bones straining with the effort. His breath begins to wheeze from him.

Behind Acacias, a number of armored soldiers file into the tavern, bearing heavy assault rifles, all pointed at the group in the back corner. Others usher the civilians who haven't fled out of the tavern.