Midsummer is still a few days off, and the Light's power has not quite reached true ascendency. But that cannot be helped, not when there is open conflict between the Dark and the Wild Magic outside the bar where the rules against outside business do not properly apply.

Merriman is first out the door, and not half a dozen paces from the door he stops so short that he nearly overbalances. One arm goes out, a silent and unquestionable command to the others to go no further.

Raven has a legitimate right of confrontation in this. And there is also the consideration that for those of the Light to intervene now, with all of the magic that is churning around Raven and the White Rider, could do incalculable harm with no real certainty of doing good.

'Not yet,' he hisses between his teeth, his expression taut with the strain of having to check his natural response to act. 'Approach -- but do not strike.'