"Are we walking away then? I imagine Roen's made some stew already, with those nice potatoes he claimed he saw in the market. We could kill anything that makes itself a nuisance on the way out, have a nice dinner and sleep in a warm bed, then come back in the morning a bit more prepared for her ladyship's midden."
"Stew sounds good right now, in any case. Unless we're prepared to blast our way to the end of this today, come abyss or oblivion? I warn yea all, unlimbered so my magic will likely become less, how would you describe it? Ah yes, delicate."