Alistair shoulders his pack and grasps his staff at the cry of alarm. He gets up casually as if his current assignment was nothing more than a casual walk in a meadow and not an assault by giant canine humanoids. He might be new to this world, and new to the magic he wields as a weapon, but this damn sure wasn't his first fight, and if he had anything to say, it sure as shit wont be his last. He takes a look around and doesn't see Beatrix in the area which is probably a good thing. Normal folks don't understand violence. They don't understand there will always be someone or something that wishes to impose their will on the weaker, and unless someone stands up to them, there is no peace.<br/><br/>Peace through superior firepower...<br/><br/>He casually moves from his seat and follows with the others.