Quitxi eyes the remains of the caster, not letting her gaze linger too long.  "Let's find out what they've been up to..."  she nods toward Sweetwater, feeling dwarfed by the two women and their... blades.  (hmm...)  She turns and surveys the room, opting to start with the remains of the fallen magic-user, whom she begins to search, mindful of the blood-- her black gloves are thin enough that she can feel out every crevice, and hopefully to detect his pulse.  After him, she moves on to the desk--mindful of traps, since he WAS prepared for them, after all-- and finally the books.