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His ears picking up on the various exchanges around him, Lhirin sifted through it all while remaining utterly apart. Even as Irah entered, he stopped just before the fellow apparently guarding the door. Rather than saying much of anything, Lhirin simply looked the man over, his eyes slightly narrowed, gaze clinical. Lingering for an uncomfortably long time before turning to the inside of the station, Lhirin considered everything they’d learned.

The village had been attacked in the night, it seemed, by bandits no less. Based on the wounds and damage he’d seen thus far it did not seem that they’d used magic in their assault. Yet…they’d taken out essentially the entire troupe of Fadewatchers and apparently some of the men from Bors Mansion.

[i]‘Bors Mansion,’[/i] he thought, the words catching in his mind even as another conversation mentioned that they might know more than anyone here. Lhirin again surveyed things, noting that almost everyone here had [i]something[/i] to do. A man guarded the door, two young fadewatchers assisted in the Station with the wounded, Irah and the surgeon worked to heal what ailed the men. Even the children had provided some essential information it seemed.

The healer–Bren apparently–was a magic user [i]and[/i] an alchemist. Lhirin smiled slightly, but the expression was utterly out of place in the situation. It didn’t last, his affect becoming flat in the next instant before he stepped past Jordan and called into the Station.

[color=silver][b][i]“Mansion,”[/i][/b][/color] he said in Gazzerashei, the message clearly for Irah. Then, he turned on his heel, whipping past Jordan–though he did not yet know his name–and down one of the roads towards Bors Mansion. As small as the town was–and with such a swift gait–it wouldn’t take Lhirin terribly long to arrive at the walls–then gate–to the mansion. He just hoped that it wasn’t barred to him as he had many questions and felt it would waste time if he did not receive answers post haste.

The longer they waited…the further the bandits could get from Borstown with their quintessential healer. In Lhirin’s mind that was an unacceptable result. If he had to, he’d burn a hole through the gate or climb the walls to get in…. Such was his obsessive focus and so potent was his drive.