Lina chuckles humourlessly. Kind of irritated. Count on Mister Greywords to say a lot without actually saying a lot. "Yeah. Yeah, think that's going around lately." She does nod appreciatively as he lays his cloak out. Her own is already laid out next to her.

She goes picking at the treasures in front of her for a bit more before speaking up again. "It just kind of burns me is all. If I was at the top of my game, you know? That giant wouldn't have gotten anywhere near the forest. Hell, I probably wouldn't have even had to resort to Dragon Slave-ing it. My repertoire is pretty darn vast." A pause, before sighing in frustration. "Was vast. Damn it." She rubs her hair angrily. "I hate this being kicked back to the start, you know? Having to start from scratch. I did my time at the Atlas City Sorcerer's Guild, I would be quite happy not to set foot in a classroom again, thank you!"

She picks up a gold coin between two fingers, examines it glumly, and then tosses it back in the pile. "And we wouldn't have another two Sairaags on our hands." At least Copy Rezo stuck around for a fight afterwards. But the giant was inert and the dragon high-tailed it outta Avalon, near as anyone could tell.

"Just burns me, is all."