She pulls him aside and puts him down at the end as she struggles to get the ballista cocked. "Look for the caster, we put this close enough he's going to be too busy dodging the bolt to douse the fire."<br/><br/>As soon as she has the ballista cocked, she picks up her own bow and scans the deck for the tell tale signs of a caster. Typical warmages of Cormyr would favor less obvious clothing, but most mage of any talent tend to favor the robes and extravagant colors. Her father taught her to look for the right type.<br/><br/>His words filled her ears as her sapphire eyes swept the deck.<em>"In battle every warrior has a role. The archer relies on his steady eye and hand to guide the arrow to his target, the front line soldier matches shield with his shield mate and presents a wall of steel to the foe to break and die upon. The Warmage, now he or she, stands back and looks to cover your side from harm by Mystra's gifts and to give a little omph to your strikes."</em><br/><br/>The mage would have a spot to cover most of the deck, she told herself. Her eyes glided to the end of the boat where the navigation and steering would be done.<br/><br/>"There, put the spar there, we might hit the mage OR the helmsman, either way that will slow them a bit." She say pointing to the rear of the boat.