She doesn’t notice you at first—too busy blasting away the last of the slavers with a wave of explosive fire magic. There’s a pleased smile on her face when she finally turns in your direction, eyes settling on your frightened face after glancing at your bound wrists and ankles.

“You won’t tell anyone will you?” She nods at the staff on her back, “I think I have the templars fooled into thinking it’s a very big stick I use to play fetch with my dog.”