Round 179

Jeane's shield magic flickered—barely visible shimmering distortions in the air around her. "Thirty seconds? Try thirty minutes before I lose control of this spell!" she hissed under her breath, not moving her lips. To the guards, she put on a show of meek gratitude—her voice dripping with calculated saccharine. Oh thank you so much for checking on us! We were just trying to get warm after falling in the water... Her teeth chattered audibly despite the spell's heat output.