After a moment, Ansalia's eyes blinked with sudden remembrance: she clicked her nails against one another, and licked a fleck of food from one, appending her musings to Rygel with, "Ah, and my favorite way I almost forgot: the druidic magic. a simple spell known to almsot any druid, or ranger who knows any spell to speak of at all, for giving the attacks of one's own body the likeness of silver. If we move against the possibly-lycanthropic vermin, remind me to bring along one or two of my circle. Hmm, or not, given the probably danger." She shrugged easily, leaving her shoulder-straps a bit more precarious still.