Bierstout jumps clear of the rush of water as the glass prison shatters, returning the axe to his back as James rushes forward to assist the flopping and sputtering girl. He's had enough of conjured liquids over the past day, thank you very much."*hah*...*hah*...that was foolish..."
Hastria gasps out, a few tears rolling down her face.
"Jings an' crivvens, lassie!" Bierstout swears, remaining close by should Hastria need any more help than one man can provide. He's agitated, not because that a wand was destroyed and profit was lost from this venture, but rather because the girl was almost killed by her own rash mistake. "Foolish ain' the half of it! Whatever possessed ye to vandalize a Wizard's wand? Yer lucky ye ain' drowndead, or worse!"
Then he sees what else the wizard's revenge has done, poking right through her clothing, and can't help but recoil in mild horror. at the slightly-monstrous sight. "By Gaius, ye've got spikes growin' out yer back!"