"What brings me to you? Curiosity I would say along with the calmness surrounding your graceful form. The others are all inside the tavern, probably flipping over tables and getting shitfaced. I don't drink myself, so I don't partake in those kinds of activities. I prefer to be clearheaded if I'm going into battle." Raoul replied as he watched the mage's staff glow. Then a ball of scorching fire formed on the staff, the mercenary's eyes watching it as it grew in energy. He had dealt with magic users before, they were trouble if they were out of stabbing range, though they were soft like sheep if you could drive a sword into them. He of course did not intend to do that to this mage in particular, she was on his side. The others probably would not look kindly upon him striking down the only magic user and only female in their traveling band.

"I hope you decide to use that to melt the giants we're supposedly going to encounter, and avoid hitting me with it. Being lit on fire isn't the most fun thing in the world, I'd like to avoid that as long as I can. I've watched friends get burned alive, terrible way to go." He said, bringing one of his hands to scratch an itch on his neck.