It is not Nikhil. Crouching behind a convenient wall, she watches as a small creature scampers past. Behind comes someone she recognises - not the person himself, but she knows what he is. Heart pounding, she slips the bow from her back and strings it, still crouching behind the wall. Then she fits an arrow, stands and draws in one smooth motion, aiming at the back of the intruder. "Stop right there, wizard!"