[center][color=0072bc][h3][b]I'onriyi Stonehand[/b][/h3][/color][/center][hr]
Though he only caught her seating herself from the corner of his eye—leading him to if he had seen things properly—the enchanter made sure to pay special mind to his [i]guest[/i] from that moment on. When she set about answering his questions, clearly eager to please, all he could do to hide his growing amusement was to use his bread to mask his mouth. Periodically he took bites from it, watching her as he ate, absorbing what she was telling him and sorting it mentally. He had never met an angel before, let alone an archangel, so this was truly a novel encounter, and that thought combined with the reminder of the [i]associates[/i] he had made the day prior finally brought him to a breaking point.

So it was that as she finished her explanation he burst out, laughing for a brief moment. It would be the most cheer she had seen from him yet, something of a treat given his normal demeanor, and to think he wasn't even drinking! After a moment or two to recover his wits, I'on shook his head, a smile upon his lips as he spoke. [color=0072bc][b]"Oh my, I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you, it's just,"[/b][/color] he chuckled lightly and shook his head again, grinning, [color=0072bc][b]"Well, I came across a number of...let's call them [i]interesting folk[/i] last night and now, this morning, an archangel possessing a deigan girl stumbles through my doorstep."[/b][/color] Letting out an uncharacteristic chortle, the mage turned to gaze into the fire, a wistful look coming into his eyes as he pondered his current circumstances.

A long minute passed before, rather abruptly, he rose to his feet and stepped over to the steeping tea. As he checked it—and found it ready—he continued their conversation. [color=0072bc][b]"It is very possible that the other two that I [i]may[/i] consider traveling with are...of the more unsavory variety. I mean to meet with them later today because they owe me an explanation or two."[/b][/color] He cast a sidelong glance her way as he finished removing the sieve, turning his gaze away as he went about locating some cups.

[color=0072bc][b]"Though I have a small measure of prior dealings with the aforementioned two, their explanation will let me make a decision as to their trustworthiness. I expect that whatever they tell me will be...insufficient to garner that trust. Of course, regardless I think I would like to have you along. Perhaps I might find a way to allow young Male'dai to sleep and so restore some of her reserves."[/b][/color] He set the tea pot, and then the two thick cups on the table and poured each of them some tea before walking over to get some sugar. Without asking her preference, he put two cubes of the stuff in her cup, before letting one fall into his own.

Sitting down he met her gaze once more. Taking a deep breath, he focused his energies and his will. Bringing a hand over his tea, palm downwards, fingers relaxed the penin's features took on a look of concentration.

After a brief moment, he intoned, [color=0072bc][b]"Thoph dregoth. Harteor thoph dregoth menrirl."[/b][/color] His fingers moved in tiny delicate patterns as he said the words in the arcane language, an incredibly small amount of magical energy passing from his fingertips invisibly. The invisible wisps made threads, traveling into his tea, suffusing it briefly, before steam rose from the cup and then in a gentle wind dispersed outwards with a gentle puff of air. The process had taken about seven or so seconds. That done, the penin lowered his hand, took up his cup and took a sip of tea.

He winced slightly, it was still a bit hotter than he'd like, but no matter. Acting as if he hadn't just used magic for the most mundane of tasks—cooling tea—the penin mage turned his attention back to her.

[color=0072bc][b]"All that business aside. Male'dai is an arcanist. While she can't use her magic now, I wouldn't mind knowing the extent of her abilities,"[/b][/color] he smiled at 'them' and took another sip of his tea. He didn't wince this time.