Dagnabet nodded as he planted his axe and leaned on the haft, "Spells an' singin' are all good an well." he said as his fingers stroked his beard, "Assumin' that them aims ta kill us... or worse... be givin' ye time ta do all o' that. Will yer singin' work if'n defendin' meself from the yrllr bellied trolls?"<br/><br/>"There be nay complainin' on me idea ta go fer 'em in the dark then?"