"I guess. You want first shift?"

"Sure."

And they can head back to the shop and Draconis can sleep. She would knit something if she had her knitting stuff, but she doesn't, so she'll just... sit here.

The person who summoned them shows up a few hours later, with a pop, and immediately tries to stab her with a summoned shimmery magic blade.

Nice try asshole. She kicks his feet out from under him, wakes Draconis with a yell, and attempts to wrest the blade away from him while he's busy falling.

She gets the blade, except it vanishes in her hands as soon as she has it. He instead attempts to blast her with lightning.

Wow this sucks. She tanks the lightning; it hurts but doesn't make her fall. She kicks him in the stomach, hard. She draws her sword. 

The dog growls and springs forward, trying to bite the other guy in the leg.

He was really not expecting her to be able to survive the lightning. He looks anxiously between her and her companion and the dog and then - lights his house on fire, and all of them with it.

- what the fuck!

She grabs his hand and wrenches him out of the house and into the street. Pins him. Yells the word "Fire" a couple times, very loudly. 

He runs out of the house and barks a lot! He does not like fires.

He grabs his backpack full of books and supplies and - fishes out some bandages to gag the other mage with, that seems like maybe the only thing he can work on right now.

People pour out of the neighboring houses. There's some screaming. The neighboring houses evacuate.

One woman steps forward and pours water, apparently generated from nowhere, on the burning house. 

The man struggles.

Understandable but not going to help him. She's good at pinning people.

He gags the other mage when he can. Hopefully that'll stop the spellcasting.

After a couple of minutes there are a lot of people dumping magically-generated water on the fire, enough of them to keep it from spreading though the house itself looks like a loss.

There are also guards.

The guards have a lot of incomprehensible questions.

Well, she can tie up the mage and engage with them instead, but engaging is mostly going to look like a lot of pointing to her ears and shaking her head and saying, "Sorry, I only speak the King's Tongue."

Someone does another spell in her direction. 

" - anyone know who they are -"

        "Never seen them before, officer."

              "That's old Fottlebottom, sir, that's his house that burned down." 

      "They burned down."

"Now, now, can't go making accusations just yet."

        "Could've burned down the whole town."

                "Is he all right?"

"Does anyone know if this man has magical capabilities -"

       "Fottlebottom?"

               "If he did he wouldn't live here, officer, with due respect."

      "Ruffians just beat up an innocent old man, if you ask me, and destroyed his house - a damned shame - what this city's coming to -"

               "They're foreigners."

      "That's what I mean, what's this city coming to, with all these foreigners."

"Can you understand me?" a guard asks her. "Nod your head for yes, like this -"

Nod.

"Do you have reason to believe this man has magical capabilities?"

"Lots of them. I think he pulled us here in the first place, a few hours ago. Then he disappeared, I expect he pulled himself somewhere else? I tried to get a guard, but no one spoke our language. We decided to stay in the shop until morning, he came back and tried to kill us - with some kind of summoned weapon and then with lightning, I think I have burns from it - and then he lit the house on fire, again by magic, and I pulled him out and yelled."

"I can't understand you," he cuts her off impatiently. "Nod or shake your head."

Sigh. Nod.

"Are you injured?" he asks the man.

The man nods feebly. 

"Can you afford a healer?"

The man shakes his head.

"Are you dying?"

He shakes his head again.

"Is your house insured?"

Nod.

"Then that'll cover a healer. Go get one," he tells somebody. "Everyone who isn't contributing to firefighting efforts, take ten steps backwards, then form a line outside that radius if you saw something you want to tell us about. Not you," he tells the foreigners, "you stay here and stay out of trouble."

This order is obeyed with a minimum of muttering about foreigners. 

The roof of the house collapses.

Well, the last time she was kidnapped by humans and then dealt with the law about it she was sentenced to death, but these guards seem a little more worried about, like, anything useful than the other ones did, so she'll give them the benefit of the doubt for right now.

She nods and stands and thinks about going out of her way to look extra inoffensive. She has a lot of practice. It would probably be easy.

She crosses her arms instead. 

He'll just be over here staying out of trouble and looking inoffensive!