Wendy nods in agreement, talking loud enough for Gold and Arkain to hear. "If I didn't know otherwise I'd say some of the sounds we heard were artillery guns..." She looks around. "Basilisks or Whirlwinds by the tone, but this world's pre-Industrial. Hell I doubt this place knows what black powder is..." She sighs, shaking her head. "Gold don't look too hot, does he?"