"If you can believe me most female magic users are fighting on the side of good," he said, the air helping him remain conscious more easily. "At least, all the ones I've met have been anyway. You'll see a turning half shrouded in trees about two minutes from now, take that. It'll take us directly where we need to be."<br/><br/>He used his healthy hand to partly uncover the object he was still carrying, smiling as he covered it again.<br/><br/>"A hell of a lot of people have a bounty on my head because I inherited this from my grandfather," he said with a grimace. "Half of them don't have the first idea what it actually is though. It took me long enough to realise it and I've had it most of my life."<br/><br/>