Jane raises an eyebrow at the priest. He seems fairly enthusiastic about the upcoming battle for a man of the cloth. And she's certain that there will
Calmly, she assesses the situation. Demon, front and center, facing off against minotaur and hero man. Elven girl, cheering on hero man, though there's no obvious connection between the two. Oh, and what's this? Is that a spell caster she spies, trying to pull off some kind of incantation? Lovely.
Plus, now there's two Psi-Hounds. There's no chance of getting the uninjured Dog Boy to back down know that he's seen the other hound, and oddly enough, the minotaur seems to be backing up the first Dog Boy..
She doesn't know all of the variables in this odd little situation. But she does know one thing - unless those Psi Stalkers are scared enough of the lone Brodkil (something she doubts, if they were the ones who took out all
of his comrades) this whole place is going to look like an all-you-can-eat buffet to the energy hungry Stalkers.
She keeps half an eye out for danger from the battle in front of her, and another out for approaching Stalkers.
**(Perception vs. Morgan's spellcasting) 13 + 3 = 16