"I'm not a babysitter," Selena shoots back smoothly. When Adrian ignores Wren and follows, its suits Selena well. Her strengths lie in her more roguish arts anyway. While she had technically been a clergy member far longer than a real rogue, she still was damned good at what she had learned from the streets regardless. She had seduced and connived her way into much of her training during her wilder years. She had left a trail of happy or emotionally broken young men a mile long.<br/><br/>"No more splitting up. Especially if we have to confront the three opponents. I don't savor our chances against them with just us three. Alone - not a chance. I only like to get close and personal when letting my tongue do the speaking."<br/><br/>Absently she stroked her mace. It had seen use during her earlier years, but not so much recently. It worked much better against undead, but she had also been with a team of other clergy members while using it. Thus, she felt, it hadn't been her own prowess which had given her success - instead it was a combined effort at best and everyone else's effort at least.