((OOC: yeh. I have no real preference for either adventure, but under the circumstances, well - time seems short, Jamilee's the sort of person who wouldn't let an (apparent) opportunity for some fast, righteous violence slip by. If she's too much, I'll simply have her withdraw, claiming loudly that the other characters obviously have things well in hand.))
Jamilee gets up and draws her sword in the same, smooth motion; as she runs after the others, the expression on the good three-quarters of her face is close to perfect happiness. "You may need hrrrnackup - I'll be happy to provide!"
Behind her, the raven hops onto the edge of her abandoned ale stein, dipping down to steal a quick sip. Then it takes a wing, sailing out the door and after its mistress.