[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Huh?" Tsae quirks a brow at the woman across the counter, feigning ignorance while she summons a phantasm right behind Petra. Sending her voice through the illusion's mouth, she speaks into the affronted barkeep's ear. "Oh, you mean this pistol?" The ethereal barrel caresses Petra's ear.

And Tsae pulls the trigger.

Sending a spray of harmless shadow-butterflies exploding out the other side of Petra's skull. She lets the phantasm fall away in a similar display and leans across the counter, letting the weight of the very real gun in her hand imply the threat in her voice as it slides sideways across the wood, now pointing directly at Petra.

"That was a warning. The next one will be real. Go get him."