Eve rose up from her knees and sat back on the bench. She watched as the building held and the morale of the patrons inside seemed to be lifting. She drank from her cup and pulled her hair back inside her cloak and she kept her eyes downcast as not to draw too much attention to herself. Eve was hoping to regain some strength before she was needed again. She was sure the building would hold but if the wolf was godly or magical she couldn't be certain her magic was strong enough.

She looked at Cedric who was watching everything intently like her. She closed her eyes and listened to the flute that Tarquin was playing. It was relaxing to her. Rockmar was closest to the front door and he seemed ready to fight. She prayed that it wouldn't be necessary for any of them.