Cyrias saw the wave of magic aimed at him and had no idea as to what he should do about it. He was strong, but knew little about magic. Fortunately enough, he had nothing to worry about, as it seemed that the lovely elf was already taking care of the problem.  Who else could it be? The minotaur adjusted his grip on the axe he held,  getting ready to attack. 

"Not everyone will believe everything we tell them. For as far as they know, we might as well be lying. In case we come across those people,  we still need to convince them somehow." Elliot answered,  looking at his companion.