The lithe Dzel decided to hop onto the Gargoyles back to watch. She was so light that the Gargoyle would be completely unencumbered by her as they flew.

She held on tight when they swooped down and crashed in the snow, she jumped off at just the last minute and into a snowbank. Where, several moments later, her dark face popped up from the white snow. Unfazed and unharmed.

She made no move to participate in teh battle of the Snabbits. The others took care of them quickly. She looked placidly down at the long body of one snabbit, perhaps pitying the creature. Then she turned her attention to the new creature that they had found. 

"Are you alright?" She asked. "Do you have a name? My name is Dzel. We are here to help."

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Twain touched his chin. "Yeah. In theory. Maybe that was the girl we found cut open on the altar, but, one life for all this? Doesn't seem even, maybe there were more that we never found. It is possible that there were other victims, but, too cut up to separate out from all this mess."

Rozalind chimed in, she was looking through a break in the stone wall, over at a disturbance in the distant snow. "Wizards like to tempt the rules." She was distrustful of magic, and outright hated necromancy, everyone knew that.