As soon as Dottie had handed over de axe, her offer of enchanting the weapon was left hanging in the air due to the sudden change in atmosphere. Looking over her shoulder she saw igney busy with the door and realised the origins of his magic.<br/><br/>She had felt the content feeling of happiness before, being acquinted quite well with it due to her role as a warrior-meatshield. She was pleasently surprisef their guide was significantly better than most healers she has met.  When the door began to show cracks she prepared herself for whatever was inside. Gearing up and clasping her armor back on.<br/><br/>She gave one last smile towards the fire-mage and hid her happy eyes away inside of a face-covering helmet.<br/><span style="color: #ff0080"><br/>
"Whatever is inside, we'll be ready. Perhaps one of you can go and get our promiscuous friends from the woods?"</span><br/><br/>Dotheabella Whitarmour moved next to igney and stood ready with her mace in her hands.<br/><span style="color: #ff0080"><br/>
"I'm ready Woody, are you? Just tell me when, and I'll charge in babe."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>