"Sir Durandet, the earthquake must release the energy within," the druid said, turning her focus from him back to Arianne. The chains snapped up as if to wrap around Aoife and keep her from doing much else, but as they contacted the aura around her, they slowed, as if sinking through mud. They weren't stopped completely, but there would be some time before they touched her skin directly.
"Oi can stop it, and will, if Arianne here would simply apologize for mucking up things in Lornanine." Aoife's tone of voice had remained calm since Savien had arrived, contrasting the vibrant energy surrounding her. "Oi've realized that she won't be of any use to anyone if things start to go truly south. Why else would she bait me into my aggression, then not stop me from causing the earthquake as Oi did. She's not someone Oi would want fighting beside me, that's for sure."
The druid looked around for a moment, taking a moment to look at the faces of the other patrons as they huddled in fear. Off in the distance, the wailing of sirens could be heard as emergency services got closer and closer. A feeling of remorse suddenly cut through her like she was a sheet of wet paper, her humanity feeling the shock of what it was she was doing. She wasn't defending herself from an insult but was, rather, threatening someone who likely didn't even understand the full breadth of why Aoife was even mad. She was risking the lives of innocents over something minuscule in comparison.
The realization was sobering in the extreme, and the energy surrounding the druid flickered, her distraction causing her focus to start drifting. Mirroring the visual change, a sudden tremor rocked through the ground violently before she could reassert dominance on the stones. She felt her control on the earthquake starting to weaken and she frowned, kneeling.
"Ní chloicheann cloiche thíos ná an scrios a d'iarr mé, ach ina ionad sin tógadh suas le fréamhacha an fhoirgnimh seo. Tabhair amach, chomh maith, colún saibhreas, gur féidir liom aisíoc a dhéanamh ar na rudaí a rinne mé," Aoife said, her voice nearly lost amid the rumbles in the ground as she gently touched the floor beneath her. In a flash, all the light surrounding her vanished, sucked down her arm and into the floor. The chains Arianne had cast snapped through the air once more, hindered no longer, and wrapped around the druid, causing her to groan at the sudden drain in her energy, but as she slumped over to one side, the last rumbles of the quake dissipating, a smaller tremor quickly began and grew in intensity.
Just as it seemed the second series of rumbles would become as bad as before, a foot-wide section of the floor burst apart and through the hole rose a pillar of smoky, translucent crystal. Within it were long, knobbly strands of silvery and golden metals, though what, exactly, they were would be hard to tell considering the color of the stone surrounding them. As the chains sapped away at Aoife, their pull stronger than might be expected, as it pulled from both her magical and natural strength, which within her was a single source, she was able to say one last thing, only to pass out.
"A gift."