Gorun maintains his distance from the druid, not even trying to get any closer to her than he already has after seeing everyone else’s reaction to her.  He<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>looking at the amulet, though, having seen its like before but unable to afford it.  The bull pays more attention to the conversation than to the magical protection, however, and nods his general agreement with the sentiment of destroying her.  “One of the other cultists would have been a better option to take prisoner, but it seems to be a bit late for that,” he says with a rueful glance at the bloated fairy.  “We might still want to take the effort to interrogate her, but I agree that nothing of any worth is likely to come from it.  Even blinded as she is, I don’t trust her to not be a threat.”<br/>He takes a couple of steps to the side, where Amrosia and Xarithe are.  “I saw you eyeing that amulet she’s wearing,” Gorun says in an aside to the fairy.  “I would lay claim to that, if you’d no objections, as you came through this scuffle in far better shape than I did,” he says, raising an arm to show fading teeth marks from the cheetah and an ugly, jagged line from the mantis’s pincer that Eiyre’s magical healing hasn’t quite completely fixed.<br/>((With 31HP and AC 16 on the front line?  Yeah, I really kinda want that. ^.^; ))