Vax'ildan wasn't a man of magic by any means other than those he'd borrowed. So when he'd showered and combed the bed snarls out of his long hair and taken the usual twelve minutes to get his armor on that morning, he didn't notice at first what it was that seemed... Different than usual. Something in the air, almost.

Then people started to behave strangely. Pink monstrosity of an inn or no, most of the forced guests were still a little leery or their neighbors. When Vax observed several different pairings of people grabbing at one another with a hunger that had more to do with fucking and less to do with eating, and in full view no less, he knew something wasn't right.

He was well glad to see Angua as he came around one corner of the building - her wolfish senses might read more into this than he could hope to do, and she a trained lady of the law no less. "Thank the gods, you - have you seen all of this pawing going on? It's like everyone's turning into teenagers after too much drink."