Bertelis looks scandalised. His experience with wooded spell mistresses were limited to the shockingly beautiful damsels of Bretonnia. But he was seasoned enough to know the world was not as perfect as his home, and he holds off on any uncharitable exclamation. Instead, he asks only a little hesitantly:

“Upon a commission from the town, we fought and killed some creatures whose like we do not know. We are… seeking a large scale remedy for an infestation of them, in the local mine.”