Allistair worked on his wine glass, draining it in a few sips as the conversation continued around him.  After munching on some cheese, he saw the Enchantress puzzled by her position, should it come down to drawn swords and screaming.  He leaned in interestedly.  "Well, it strikes me that, perhaps all she needs is a little creative preparation.  I don't know what enchanting can do, but I'm sure with some thought, she can create some devices that will let her do all manner of useful and nifty things."  He paused for a moment to consider ideas, but not knowing exactly what her powers could do, well, he could only suggest blindly.