A soft prod to the back of the head draws Berial's attention, revealing Lin standing behind him with his staff outstretched, a small smirk on his lips and a playful twinkle in his eyes. "Your point is well made. I hope my own point has been made the same. When you fight one warrior, and turn your back on another, do not be surprised if they do not stand idle, less a single strike turn the tables. Her strength alone is not all our foes will face." he smiles, returning his staff to his side. A moment later he takes on a contemplative look, and removes a pocket notebook from his robes, flipping it open and scribbling a note inside. "That's good... I'll have to remember that one..." he mutters to himself.