"It might not be." She taps one finger against the side of the wineglass, almost absently. "I have warded the area for protection, and there are those who watch for signs of trouble and to guard the borders. Still, I feel it best not to assume that will be sufficient. As I indicated before, it is better to be prepared, when one can."

She spreads both hands slightly. "The Wheel weaves. I will do what I may, and Light willing, it will be enough."