A Cleric does not take a threatening invocation of their own deity lightly. Evyrless had half a mind to skewer the nobleman's palm for this indiscretion. In fact, if her children had said what he did, she would've slapped them harder than she struck the scaled oaf. They wouldn't have been ignorant enough to make the mistake in the first place. Despite the heat of her blood, Evyrless kept her mouth clasped shut and her hand stayed from Drajhan's jaw. When the tiger made it a point to distance her hand, she sighed away her frustrations. She offered the cat a solemn nod before she retrieved her blade and walked forward into the bleeding lands that marked their battleground.  

She pondered to herself, [i]"This isn't Ainford where every business is yours, Aefaera. You must be calm and reserved here, lest you lose your head before your return."[/i] 

Evyrless noticed the lion walking astride, yet independently of, her toward the bodies of these warlocks. The druidic feline rummaged through a corpse's vestments. It took a moment for her to realize the intention and when she did she knelt beside another and assisted in the rummaging. 

[hider]Investigation check - 7[/hider]