"Guys! Guys, I heard Denise cry- Aisolyn!" Mirri rushes forward from her rearguard position, but by the time she gets there the young-looking mage has managed to stop herself. "Oh no. That's, that's very not good." If there's one thing Mirri hates and fears, it's mind-controlling magic. She knows very well what kind of carnage she can inflict. The thought of her blade being turned against her friends is the stuff of nightmares. "Well, if it happens again, I'll pick you up and we can all haul tail out of here. Matter of fact, why don't we do that anyway now that we know Denise is here and alive? We can go wait for Cal'vel at the orphanage, come back and beat whoever's killed our friends like a cheap drum!"