Seeing that Indrau was more apt to dealing with the fairies (who at this point seemed to not have anything else of note in mind), Tiral quietly began to gather some of the less-vaporized chunks of the tree into a small bag. As soon as more fairies started flitting around, though, the mage made the decision to quietly chant an incantation and generate a bunch of ice crystals around himself. They weren't there for self defense by any means, but the temperature around him did drop drastically in the process. It made handling the burnt wood a little less painful aside from that, at least, but the primary focus was on not having anything on him looted out of nowhere.

"I'll go focus on these chunks, then. I leave it to you two to handle the sigil. Notify me if there's anything you don't recognize; we've far more resources at our disposal than our minds along, after all," he stated, calmly picking up one final chunk and tying up on his belt. "I deign that punishment when the life of someone important is at stake is rather necessary, all problems aside; what would you have done if you were in my position? What if she [i]had[/i] died from your negligence? What if not having that information in the first place would've changed the outcome and not placed her in so much danger?"

There was really nothing else to be said regarding the matter; after all, it wasn't as if these fairies would actually take anything meaningful away from this. The others could handle the rest from here, after all.