He gave the party an elegant bow, before cursing and pulling his hat off to inspect it. After sighing in relief as it was only slightly scorched, rather than badly damaged by the alchemist's fire, he answered. "Dead or fled. Cat was quite the hero, bravely charging into the enemy lines. I was much more sensible, and stood back and shouted encouragements like a sane caster. Things like 'watch out, don't stand there, hurry up and die, land so we can stab you,' things like that."<br/><br/>He was idly curious if anyone would notice his less than flattering nickname for the rogue, or if they would think it was just a contraction of her name. Still, he didn't want to sound TOO helpful, otherwise getting the paladin to warm up would be that much more of a chore.