Blake feels like it says something about her prior experiences in this world that she hadn't even thought to bat an eye at being tasked with quelling an outbreak of magic brooms. Of course that was the kind of threat that would happen here— really, it promised that her first trip to Neverwinter would be memorable, if nothing else. When she reaches the marketplace and sees the brooms in action, it's about what she expected, although she has to admit, she's almost impressed by how chaotic the marketplace is as a result.

Right. Time to get to work. She reaches to pull her blade free, planning to use her weapon's range to lasso a few brooms out of the sky, but before she can do so, there's a loud crack as a Ray of Frost shoots past her from behind, and she quickly turns on her heel to seek out the source— she recognizes him as one of the newer Reclaimers, but the fact that he's gotten the brooms' attention means there isn't time for small talk. She reacts quickly, moving to intercept and deflect the incoming brooms with the flat of her blade.

"Hey, you okay?!"

She looks down at him over her shoulder, turning just enough to hold her free hand out to him.

"Come on, back on your feet!"