Tiral glared at Gillian in silence, noting full well that the sarcasm was half-lost on the man. With a mental note to bump the man down his descending list of intelligent people he knew. Granted, it wasn't as if he had been high on that ranking to start with, but every bit lower he fell was just more and more disappointment.

The captain's outburst simply caused the mage to sigh in relief, though. An eye for an eye was fine for him, but there were lines that had been crossed, and he could at least understand the rage from that lens. He still felt wholly justified in snapping back--words did better to vent without causing any lasting harm.

Which, to be fair, would be particularly bad in this sort of situation.

Turning his attention back to the image that was generated from his spell, Tiral clenched his right hand into a fist and smiled as a hazy image began to form and slowly take shape.

[i]"Success... I think."[/i]

Getting to his feet as he listened to the various statements of recognition and location, the young mage took the note off the ground and handed it back to the Captain.

"You can argue later. The mission should take priority," he stated, forcefully composing himself as he walked back over to mount his horse. "Lead the way--time is of the essence."