Eleanora nodded as she listened to Raif speak, her eyebrows knitting together as she thought.

"If your assessment of our rations is as dire as you say it is, we must make haste," She said, casting a quick glance back at the party's new companions. "I like the idea of owing them not, but perhaps we should request their aid in clearing this rubble. Although we risk bringing more golems our way, we seem fit to handle them. At the very least, I would rather die in battle than of thirst." The dame's eyes flickered to her right to avoid the cleric's gaze. She turned herself back toward her new companions.

"Father Comsaro!" She called out to the large man. "Would you be so kind as to assist us?"