Zenrial gave an absolutely loathing sigh at the men, or whatever they were, causing the commotion. "There never can be any sorts of quiet in this bloody place, can there..." She muttered to herself, watching the commotion unfold itself. She saw the Elven man (she still was not sure if it was a man) draw his dagger, and she did the same, but with a Guisarme. It was held in a relaxed stance, not threatening (or not any more threatening than a 7ft+ human in thick armour could be.)<br/><br/>"Lizard can wait 'till later..." She grumbled, a tad annoyed that she hadn't much a chance to study the smallish creature.