He nods. His eyes glance briefly at the beautiful-looking thing on Rhea'li's back before he turns and takes the lead. William doesn't know what to expect as far as enemies go, so he keeps all his senses on alert while they progress.

"If you'll watch our backs, I'll watch the front," he tells Rhea'li. "What are your skills, if I may ask? I can use a variety of weapons but I'm most comfortable with a spear."

The spear - or glaive - in question has a beautiful, bright golden sheen to it with runes etched into its white oak haft. It's clearly a magical weapon. Although the bladed part seems unusually long for a glaive, William handles it with easy familiarity.