[center][h2][b][color=silver]Lhirinthyl[/color][/b][/h2][/center][hr]
With the shifting of Lady Bor's stare to the path beside him wherein Lhirin's runeblade stood, the deigan mage tilted his head, his brow creasing slightly. Then the penin, some emotion restrained on her face, turned her attention to Irah, who had joined him at the head of the mismatched party.

When the old adventurer chose to disregard him in favor of Irah, Lhirin only sighed slightly and closed his eyes. Listening with half his attention, Lhirin tried to figure out where he'd gone wrong. Perhaps his greeting had been too polite? Was it that he'd said too much too quickly? His eyes opened--gaze downcast even as he absorbed the words of those around him. He tilted his head as he noted where his runeblade had cut into the stone of the path. The irregular marks of stress around where it had pierced the well-arranged walkway.

[i]The Walkway....[/i]

Lhirin frowned and despite the important story being relayed, he fixated on the marks his blade had created. With purpose, he grasped the crystal hilt of his blade and with a small flex of power, withdrew it smoothly from the rock. For a moment he surveyed the blade--it was unmarred--before he glanced at the grass of the manor lawn. Suddenly annoyed, Lhirin callously tossed the runeblade into the lawn perhaps two meters to his right--where no one stood in the path of his throw--before promptly disregarding the valuable weapon. Then, taking to a knee upon the path, Lhirin muttered a few words of the arcane language as he placed a hand upon the perforated stone.

[i]Call Earth[/i]

Casting one of his simplest spells, Lhirin used only a small amount of his magical energy, guiding it in thin planes between the parts of the stone path that he had damaged. In the space of several seconds the stone almost seemed to flow like water until the gap between them where his sword had been placed disappeared, repaired by his efforts.

Still, it took its toll. Working earth was more taxing than piercing it or calling upon a bit of wind. Yet, despite this fact and the looming battle ahead of them, he'd done it anyways. Lhirin hated his ineptness with social cues. Disliked that he sometimes utterly disregarded that his actions might bother someone. Yet...he could not help but act thoughtlessly sometimes. So, this was his way of making amends. Pushing back to his feet, a frown still on his handsome features--though there were (as always) bags beneath his eyes from lost sleep--Lhirin turned his attention to Lady Bor.

While he didn't know if any of his other actions had left a sour taste in her mouth, there was little he could do about that, and further, they had a more pressing problem to solve.

[color=silver][b]“My Lady, we will exterminate these wraiths and see to the conflict between your guests. Thank you for the information, it is invaluable.”[/b][/color]

Then, with a pause longer than someone who was more socially adept would take, Lhirin realized that there was another social ritual he could utilize to show his obeisance and respect.

He bowed at the waist, giving her what was perhaps an overly respectful social gesture. Then, with a nod--and a glance to Irah--Lhirin strode forth, chanting beneath his breath even as he took lightly tapped his runeblade with a foot as he passed. The spell initiated even as he seemed to leave it behind. The runes on his sheath, in the next moment, glowed an electric blue as Lhirin cast his right hand out in the direction of his runeblade.

Energy spidered forth from his fingertips in ghostly strands that met with the runeblade in an instant and cradled it in their grasp. Then the blade soared back through the air and its handle met Lhirin's palm.

However, he didn't dismiss the spell, instead lowering his input of energy to almost nothing and deliberately using only his own strength to move the runeblade. Repositioning his sheath along the back of his arm as he'd had it before, Lhirin continued forward, clearly intent on entering the manor.

The stranger--a woman by the voice--was right, as was Lady Bor, this was an urgent situation. The wraiths needed to be taken care of...and the summoner secured. They had what information the others could offer--by his estimation. Thus, it was time to act.