[ For a second, he offers Merrill a slightly amused look, something that might say, Oh, you sweet summer child. ]

Yes, there's much to be said for having both arms, still. If nothing else, at least we have our health.

[ and then an NPC shouts some sort of war cry -- something high-pitched and shrieky -- and launches herself at the two of them while wielding a spear. Dorian swings his staff at her, letting loose a ball of flame that catches on the skirts of her dress; she goes careening into another cluster of brawlers nearby. ]

--though not for much longer, should we remain here. Shall we take our leave?