He grinned at her, and said, "You have on your side a mage that was part of a last ditch attempt to stop the inevitable. And strangely enough, I think it worked. I mean, really, if the bards have any truth in them at all, it is that the longer the odds, the surer the chance of victory. A one in ten never comes up when you need it, but one in a million is an almost sure thing."<br/><br/>He winked, and then laughed, before saying, "Seriously, yes, I think we can win. At very worst, we have to run to that town and wait for the town's allies to come rescue us from a siege. We can at very least survive, and probably win. Even if I have to cheat to make it happen."<br/><br/>Another wink, before he began to pole the raft, enjoying the physical exercise for the moment. It was good to be doing something strenuous, that did not involve trying to kill or be killed.