A good thing that it isn't particularly busy just now, or he might have startled more than just a barfly or two. Magne's caught in the middle of collecting a couple of the inn's soup bowls that have been seeing a lot more use lately, only just managing to set them down with a slight clatter before her hands are then occupied by...bones?

When he tries to explain, or... doesn't, really, she just does as he suggests, radiating pale blue light from her core, and vacillating it between poles when she realizes what he might be asking.

The moment the light stabilizes, one of the fragments absolutely rockets out of her hand, straight through the window nearby, with a small crash and, distantly, a small cry that might sound like it hit a fellow named Wilhelm.

The silence is deafening enough that one might hear the ellipses over Magne's head.