Content to let Strange do the talking-- and my, he does a lot of it-- Teren stalks about beneath the congregated victims, her attention darting this way and that in the manner of a bird of prey assessing its surroundings.

Realizing that her theory hasn't been tested to completion, she picks up a fallen coin and chucks it upward with all her might: as predicted, it catches midway, reverses gravity, and falls squarely onto the bald head of some duke or another. He shouts his dismay, but is otherwise uninjured, and Teren's resulting smile is something akin to pleased.