"Dun tell my age too much. In my fourties, might be older, lost count wit' all t'time floppin'." He said with an easy shrug, leading her out to the back once Artan told them to go on ahead without him. The back yard was expansive, and had a few targets already in place, with a few more set aside, and even more in the shed. Petit had done well and found some that were resistant to magic and explosives, but only moderately, and held up well.
He set his staff aside and started shuffling cards, humming to himself. "You g'on ahead, gotta get warmed up, me."