Lewin turned at the voice of the stranger, narrowing his eyes. He felt very at ease with this man, and thought that very odd in his current circumstances. He could not know that the stranger was in fact troll-blooded, like he was himself, but he felt a conflict of calm, and a fear of that very calm, spread through his mind. His magical reserve was more or less exhausted, and the women would not do much good in a fight. And he didn't want to put any more trust into the nymph than he had to. And there was something else as well...<span style="color: #808040">"For what reason, stranger? Why do you need to leave - and why would we take the risk?"</span>He drew Mince, more out of habit than anything. He may not have much magic energy left, but his body still worked fine.