The griping of the bull cause her to give Gorun a cold glower, though she doesn’t speak her displeasure.  If he’d rather get blasted into little pieces because an enemy caster had all the time in the world to prepare her spells, then by all means, he could get killed!  As such, she remains silent as the evil druid is slain, and the group talks amongst itself. She stands off to the side, purposely keeping some distance between herself and Xarithe…. And Sira.  She plans on keeping away from that snake as much as possible.<br/><br/>And when they left, she’d continue to walk silently, opting to attach her crossbow to her belt and switch her quarterstaff to her right hand when the storm got worse.  She certainly didn’t enjoy this trip, hiking through the woods in the horrid weather as the rain soaks into her cloak and clothes.  The wind would catch her hood and pull it free of her head, showing off her long black hair, soaked as well.  Unable to do anything about the situation, and wishing she had a spell that would help make things easier, she walked in miserable silence, her left hand continuing to glow faintly with a pale blue light as the group makes their way to rescue the children from…. A differing upbringing than their parents might want.