... I'm friends with a very good person. You'd be surprised how many people would have been willing to die for him. [Herself included, really.] I was just the worst off of us that night, so I would have certainly died if not for him.

[She needs a moment to pointedly not think about that night beyond the broadest description of it, and once she can effectively swallow back the pain, she's able to talk business easily enough again.]

I can do magic, but I'm afraid I've been having a little more difficulty with it here than I do at home. I'm learning to work around it, though, and I can certainly still cast basic spells, like Shield Charms and Blasting Curses and the like. A major war had just ended a few months ago back home, and my two friends and I had been in hiding for most of a year, stealthily destroying magical artifacts to weaken our enemy. I'd like to think that means I've grown to become fairly adaptable... and that bandits wouldn't be a particularly large hurdle.