With the warning given, Stefana got to her feet and left the room to join the Gaidin in the narrow hallway. She glanced at the other woman and said, "I'm going to set a Ward on that room to keep the intruders from getting to her. You and I will be able to get through it, but anyone else who tries will get a rather nasty shock." Since she still held saidar, Stefana was able to pull thin threads of Air and Spirit, twisting them together and outlining the perimeter of the room. She'd woven this hundreds of times, but her fatigue made it a slower process than usual. By the time she'd finished and was lacing the Air and Spirit with even finer threads of Fire, she heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming from the living area.
She wove as fast as she dared, completing the weave, but maintaining her grasp on it just as a few large men stepped into view at the other end of the hallway. Keeping hold of the One Power, Stefana tightened her grip on the knife she held. This would be nothing like the combat she knew, outdoors and against Shadowspawn, and she knew her usefulness here would be limited, though she hated knowing that. Angry at her own lack of ability, Stefana kept her eyes on the men. If she had any opportunity to defend them with the One Power, she would take it, and if she got a chance to use the knife she held, she would do that as well.