[H3][right][b]O L A   A L - F A R E S[/b][/right][/h3][hr]

The blast of fire has startled Ola so badly that she dropped her scimitar into the mud. She hadn't seen the magic user vanish and his sudden appearance made her curse as she quickly scooped up her blade, staring in distaste as the collection of dead troll and mud that coated its entire length. She took her water skin and washed what she could off of it before wiping the rest on her cloak. She was going to have to burn the garment. 

The woman who had taken the brunt of the attack sat heavily in the mud with an impressive squelch. Ola could smell the wine from where she was standing and wordlessly held out her own waterskin, shaking it slightly to get the womans attention.  

"It's water." She said when the other looked at her. "Won't taste as good, but at least you can use it to wash your face. No shortage of a refill around here." She glanced around at the down pour and the mud. 

"If you want a shelter, let me know." A smile crossed her dark features and she plunged her hands into her cloak, they were suddenly quite cold.