Tyaethe seemed about as calm as she'd been all evening after pushing Nero away. That is, the small paladin was frustrated and uncomfortable but seemed to have subdued all her urges to rip out the throats of her fellow party-goers for one reason or another. Then she focused on the Nem's latest missive and seemed to come to a total halt. Anyone with eyes could tell that something was obviously aggravating Tyaethe; barely controlled mana was manifesting in a luminescent green glow.

Then the train of thought that had stalled the white-haired paladin reached the end of the line and she moved into action once more, seizing her nameless blade from its point embedded in the floor. Shaking from barely-repressed frustration, Tyaethe took a step towards Fanilly once more. "Captain... into a tomb... even [I]their[/I] tomb, they bring a necromancer. This peddler of abominations [b]must die![/b] Orders or no, they will be dead before the moon sets.

"Yet, even though I am a Paladin of Mayon, I am not equipped for such a fight," the girl admitted, each word delivered like a tooth pulled, "And support for a first assault would help." 

The Cal family tombs weren't far from here and it was a trivial journey to make. It brought one of the few intrinsic clashes between her roles as a knight in service of the realm and a paladin of Mayon in question; had Tyaethe simply been operating on her original vows, she already would have set off--and even if assistance was denied, she wasn't going to wait around for everyone else to get ready.