Able stepped away from the ledge of the steep stairs and lay his metal staff at his feet. His leather-clad palms were face up and empty, his back was now to a wall. That was the best place to be in a battle against more than one opponent, he assumed, leaving him with no blind spot. The others just walked with walls attached to them, heavy equipment indeed. He was wary of the escalating situation, and provoked by the words of the only other man in their tense situation. Able's words were not going to be headed as anything more than a friendly first impression. That chance seemed too have past them. Now all that was left was a hostile, a defensive, a smart-mouth, and himself. Now where is what he is actually looking for?

"I am not sure the achievement in a wish will be by thinning the numbers here, quite possibly further ahead. Where this Dormin is, it may be."

He was almost eager to sidestep them all and make his way ahead. With no hindrance of armor he could escape, but where or who to? The next enemy could be someone like this women, fending off all others from the chance of a wish granted. Then there was the notion of getting through these other three ahead of him with nothing more than a pleasant smile. Able continued to try and achieve momentary cooperation, and kept his eyes on the females, the only two who hadn't attempted to reduce hostility.

"Let us seek our fortunes ahead, and find reason to fight with them. Hopefully, this Dormin is patient."