If she noticed his appreciating the view, she didn't comment.<br/><br/>It wasn't far to where the fighting was happening... and it wasn't much of a fight. A half-dozen kobolds and an angry dwarf, against a lone, purple-scaled kobold, who looked to be panicking. He was desperately attempting to negotiate, but the chieftain was shouting down his attempts, calling them lies and trickery, racing forward with his spear. Unless he intervened, this was going to end, poorly, for the shaman, very quickly.