The discomfort, the hesitancy, it washes away from Mouse as though in a flood. She laughs, and it is not a kindly laugh but a weary one.<br/><br/>"We might look a little ragged," she repeats, "but once upon a time, we were trained to fell dragons. I have no doubt you feel your warriors are the greatest that can be, but you are wrong. You would not last seconds against what we have endured."<br/><br/>She shakes her head, closes her eyes, "your concern for our welfare is... unexpected. You would rather we not perish on your doorstep?"