Better us than another unsuspecting stranger, unfamiliar with combat.

[Excellent. Something sparks in her blue eyes as she sheaths her dagger, reaching back to pull the staff out of its holster on her back.]

Nor have I. The closest thing I've faced was an animated tree--sylvans, we called them. [She's staring at it as it howls and begins to make its way toward them. Alright, then.]

Well, it sure did not seem to appreciate fire. We can use that.

[She'll just need time to cast. She nods to the taller man.]