Looking at Zinovia, Katerina says evenly, "I am as capable as my courage; and I have that in abundance." She waits for the Wizardess' words, hands resting light as a butterfly on her swordbelt's buckle.

To Viktor, Katerina nods, and says nothing, His suspicions are well founded. This story is dark already, but strife brings glory...

"Are all of the bandit's destroyed? Ilya," Katerina nods to the bard, "implies that they are still active here. If they are dead, and you all will accept my vote, I would say we rid the woods of the little scaly vermin as Zinovia so kindly suggested."