Of course not! He's been through wars, fought gods, leveled armies, slaughtered cyborgs and mecha, and... yeah, his life was weird.

"I find it hard to believe that you'd just attack me out of hand rather than asking me for help," Aibghalien said, brandishing the staff. What had he grabbed, anyway? He glanced at it quickly, and... a staff of conjuration. Well, that was probably near-useless, but hopefully she didn't know that. "Nevertheless, I'm willing to offer you some magical power in exchange for an explanation and just maybe, not attacking me!"