Mòrag breathed a bit easier at that. Even with her composure and confidence, no longer having the bow as an imminent possibility of danger helped. For all that she had magic and skill on her side, an arrow through a lung would still quite cramp her style.

"Mòrag Ladair," she said, with a polite inclination of her head. "And I worry more about what still lurks about that we know about. Orcs, in other words. Have you seen any?"