The redhead had noticed the myriad holy symbols from among which Arivel chose Lathander's, and as he put it back remarked, "My, does that make you an especially faithful fellow, or unfaithful? Not that I mind either way," she shrugged one partially bare shoulder. "Aye, lucky enough he is; very well, the guard we shall inform. I'll be most impressed if they do much about a thing beyond their own fences. Perhaps you know of local mercs or adventurers with wider horizons?"<br/><br/>The darker haired man noted Arivel's and Randal's questions, and seemed gleeful to carry on, "Up past Starwater Gorge it was," he thumbed in the direction which if outdoors would've indicated the northerly horizon. "I can still envision the place must too clearly for my own tastes, and fear I shall for a long time to come! When the tide of things seemed apparent, we went from fighting to running or turning ourselves invisible."<br/><br/>The redhead smiled at Arivel, "'Tis not<em>always</em>better to be seen. More's the pity."<br/><br/>Her comrade continued, "...I'll swear the beast could still hear or smell or sense us, and threw a few more attacks far too close for comfort. Be availed of that, any who try the same tricks. Praise any god you like - we'll say Lathander, hey? - it didn't deign to breathe across us all. Afraid of corroding what it sought off us, p'raps."