I place the helm upon my head and she nods. “Good, let’s go,” she says as she moves past me.
“Won’t you need a weapon and armor?” I ask.
“Not against a wizard and whatever minions he might conjure up,” she says. “We worry more about the spells he may be slinging around. Too much of that can cause all kinds of problems.”
“So you’re vulnerable to magic?”
“Not so much vulnerable as we are distracted by it,” she says as she leads me back into the village proper. “You see the effects, but we see the flow of power and it fascinates us like little else.”