Corila has loitered behind the group that she had fought the Warforged alongside, murder wasn't something she loved to do, not that she had actually killed anyone before. It didn't bother her much, but it was still a bit strange to see, even if the Warforged wasn't actually dead but rather inert, it was all rather odd in her mind. She heard the sounds of some commoner shouting that she alongside the others had attacked the Warforged, again, she had a plan for that. A quick change into one of the guards and latter freeing her companions would be a valid option.<br/><br/>"What was that, thing that flew from it's chest?" She inquired, while she may have been one of the more intelligent people you could meet in the city, Warforged and constructions of a magical nature were not her most researched of areas. Though upon hearing that it was soon to awaken she focused once more, ready.