Mariska gives the man a questioning look, but quirks a smile back at him.  That changes to an expression of frustration as their foes teleport away.  "Damn, I was just getting started, too," she mutters.  Well at least the sacrificial victim would be saved, and that was the most important thing, although she would have liked to make sure there were a few less Graz'zt cultists in the Realms.<br/><br/>She watches the man with a mixture of curiosity and caution as he moves toward the girl on the altar.  "I would certainly hope so," she replies evenly.  She doesn't sheath her still bloody sword, though and she also moves toward the altar putting herself within striking distance of him, keeping an eye on the man.  She'd been through enough battles in her life to know that things were not always as they seemed, and just because the swordsman appeared to have the same motives as she did, that did not make it so.<br/><br/>Without looking at the girl, and always keeping her eye on the swordsman, she says to the girl, "Don't worry, you'll be safe now."<br/>