Rissi gave Father Zantus a polite bow before looking around. She looked at the still ensuing chaos of the attack. <Thassilonian>"Damn."<Thassilonian> In Common, she addressed the group. "Is there anything we can do for them? Anything we can do to stop or slow the attack?" She fidgeted a little uncomfortably as she pulled out her sledge, running her thumb along the wood of the handle, keeping a look at any nearby goblins in case they get feisty. "Or are we needed elsewhere?" The final question was directed at Father Zantus.