Sarah would be a lot happier to fight - gleeful and in her element even - if her trusted Scourge was at its full power and if she had any indication of the magical prowess she once did. But not here, not yet, apparently. This place was briefly paradise under the wrong conditions and quickly proved itself nightmare after nightmare. Was this a test? Was she dead and unaware.

Grateful for the sudden appearance of an apparent warrior with a sword, Sarah spins and whips the second dog, flipping it onto its back by its feet and immediately beheading it with her sickle.

She looks over at the swordsman, grateful. "Thank you. We should...keep moving."

Better not to go alone.