Able was knelt after his dexterity all but got him wedged between to piles of clumsy armor, he returned his blade to hiding and shot the dark haired women a heated look. He stood and went to retrieve his staff, eyes never leaving the shadow-man's form. It took him a moment to calm himself down, he wanted to put this woman in her place for demanding a man granting an impossible favor, and so childishly at that. He made sure to find the red-haired dame as well. There was no way he was letting a spider like her creep around. With a sidelong glance toward the vehement female, and the smallest crack of a mischievous smile, he sounded off politely,

"We are they who have answered your call, we come for the wish you speak of."