He listened, and idly went over his fighting style, one he had been forced to make after the bolas had shattered his left forearm, damaging its ability to bring its full strength to bear, hence why he used it for spell casting, and never used his longsword in both hands. He simply shrugged, taking another sip from the tankard. "Considering most spells to heal that kind of damage are a bit beyond what I can afford, and, from what I have seen of your abilities, you can cast, I have simply made due. And yes, there IS an opening there, but considering that arm is primarily for spell casting, that is almost a trap now. Good way for someone to catch a scorching ray to the face. I am not COMPLETELY helpless just because of all my wounds, scars, and aches, just moderately inconvenienced by them."