These people and their casual magic malarkey. Avery shakes her head and turns back to Burly instead. "I don't know what we're doing here, mate," she quietly grumbles in his direction, scowling. "But for some totally stupid reason, I feel like I've gotta see this through."

She points at him with the mace she took off one of those slave warriors they'd encountered earlier. "You'd better not die out here protecting this shit bridge. If you do, I'm making you sound like a right arsehole when we tell everyone back at the keep what happened. Got it?"