How curious. This was someone Genie had certainly never met before, though he was fairly certain he had seen the feline over the journals at least a few times. She looked like quite the interesting character, though he was in no position to stare in wonder. He recalled seeing similar species before (Mithra if his memory served him correctly) – as well as the fact that it would be rude to stare. He smiled at Naja when hearing her chuckle, but quickly stopped when noting the menacing mace resting against her shoulder. Oh no, something like that certainly would not do.

Flying from the table, he approached the woman from behind, his hand reaching for mace. “I’m sorry,” the djinn spoke up. “But I’m going to confiscate that. No weapons are allowed on the course to ensure the safety of other players. You may have no interest in using it but it still serves a potential danger to others.”