Giselle is about to argue whether the man has rocks for brains when more strange machines arrive, temporarily blinding her light sensitive eyes.  Putting her arm reflexively over her face, the woman grimaces noticeably until she is able to adjust, listening to what was going on around her.<br/><br/>"We're not in or near any orc settlement that I could tell.  Still, your man is right about how dangerous they can be and what they're capable of.  Whatever you are doing, I suggest you do it fast.  We have a lot of work to do before this night is over.  I'm not worried about orcs so much as other things that favor the night."  Turning to the one that had a hard time believing what was going on, Giselle approached him, but as she did so several small harmless purple faerie fires appeared on him that disappeared a few seconds later.  "Still doubt what's going on?"  She asked, her hands resting on her hips as she awaited the usual response from her little display.