"Has anyone ever told you that you're a moron?" Bianca was still mumbling to herself, but slowly regaining consciousness. "NO, I didn't see anything, but I would be quite pleased if I had. Wouldn't tell you, though." A pause. "Good grief. My grandmother can fight better than you. And she's dead." Pause. "Ow! Is that the best you can do, you smarmy bastards?" Pause. "I dare you to come over here and try that..." Her mumblings broke off. A few moments later, she was fully back where she ought to be. She came to disoriented, but that was nothing new. "My head feels like someone's been using it as a drum." But she'd be all right. She could tell. She was laying on her back with several people clustered around her. Some seemed to be humans or elves, but a couple she had trouble identifying. Then she remembered. One was a dragon. That made sense, she supposed. But first things first.
"Hello. Don't think we've been introduced. I'm Bianca la Fiere. Thank you for helping me." She frowned for a moment. "It was you who helped me, right?"