Castor waits patently as Klonoa casts his magic, and fiddles with her mog slate in the meantime. "I can change te Berserker if I need te," she explains, stepping to the head of the party with Bernadette the Moogle perched gently on her shoulder. "Jes take care te mind yer steps and try not te make too much noise, aye? Keep casters te the middle of the group in case somethin's followin."