[center][h2][b][color=silver]Lhirinthyl[/color][/b][/h2][/center][hr]
Gate in sight, Lhirin had a direct view as someone rushed up--appearing frantic and altogether rushed--and activated something that promptly caused a blaring noise to ring out. A fraction of a second passed, Lhirin's eyes narrowed then he smiled. Pace picking up, the deigan mage broke into a jog and easily drew his Runeblade. It seemed that his deduction had led him not just to the best source for further information, but also to the site of what was likely to be an evolving [I]problem[/i].

Lhirin was [i]wonderful[/i] at solving problems. However, before he could reach much of anywhere, the sound of hoofbeats pounded into his ears. He glanced back, noticing several figures who had gotten the message to go to the manor after him now rushing to catch up. His eyes too wide, Lhirin took in the knight-boy who had been at the door and his likely superior who had been inside. He noted his companion, Irah, resplendent as a halo of water came to hover near her, and even the surgeon. The newcomers, bowling past everyone through the power of their horses, he did not recognize--naturally. However, unlike others who might assume that [i]they[/i] were the reason the alarm had sounded, Lhirin had other ideas.

The horses had only accelerated to the point of being audible [i]after[/i] the alarm had gone off. He would have noticed them otherwise. They were not the threat. Further, the figure who had sounded the alarm had not been looking in the direction that the newcomers were arriving from. No, they'd been fleeing as if from within the mansion itself. The threat came from elsewhere.

All this in the space of perhaps two seconds rushed through his mind, then--realizing others would likely not assume the same--Lhirin raised his free hand and signaled to Irah. At the same time, he took a breath and called out, his voice loud and clear even as it cut through the sound of the alarm.

[color=silver][b]“The riders are allies,”[/b][/color] he shouted, before turning, dodging from their path by dodging through the open gate where his free hand grabbed the shoulder of the alarm-ringer.

[color=silver][b]“Where is the threat,”[/b][/color] he queried, his voice loud enough to be heard over the alarm, and intense. His silver-eyed gaze cut through the stranger, his eyes wide--though his smile had fallen away--making him appear [i]almost manic[/i]. [color=silver][b]“Here to help.”[/b][/color] He clarified with the same unerring intensity.

Amidst the thrall of that focus--and having turned his back to where Nabisisstra had emerged--Lhirin utterly missed the coal-skinned enigma as she stepped into everyone else's view.