Tiral crossed his arms and nodded as the Earl seemed to recover, taking note of how the Earl seemed rather disoriented after the spell had been lifted. It was a bit of a given, of course; the level of mental suggestion and the apparent strength of the spell meant that it would be odd if the Earl [i]wasn't[/i] a bit out of it. But, all things considered, the Earl's recovery was lower on the list of things to be handled than anything else right now.

No, their current target was more apt to be the one who had cast the spell in the first place.

"The Earl should get some rest for the moment; we should be moving out on a manhunt in short order," Tiral remarked, slowly compressing the crystal of ice to be disposed of later by people with more experience in the matter. After all, even if it was just determining the nature of the magic, that level of concentrated dark magic was probably better off being handled by a priest or something of the sort.

"A small team of elites should suffice on that end, at the very least; moving out in full force will only end poorly for us."