[center][h2][b][color=#d31c0a]Deo’Irah[/color][/b][/h2][/center]


Irah acquiesced silently as Sir Yanin motioned, following along with the obvious (if slightly impaired) instructions his hand signals provided and crouching down before approaching. She had to crouch much less than he did, being significantly shorter, but still enough to have to adjust her posture to remain comfortable. She’d watched his assessment of the situation keenly, following along with it mentally and observing the processes he undertook with much interest. His style of tactical leadership was similar to Lhirin’s, perfunctory and without grace–but efficient and effective. Though she was not privy to his own conclusions, she reached much the same answers as he did. She made a quick calculation in her mind, observing the number of vials with keen interest. Though she’d never taken piaan herself, worried about its influence on her spiritual wellbeing (as well as the massive host of side effects she’d observed in others and in Lhirin), she was very familiar with its dosages and how much the body could handle before spiritual damage began to occur. She’d used her sharp magical senses to observe Lhirin’s spiritual composition when he’d taken it in the past, and she knew how it could stretch and tear at the soul’s very cohesion: the amount in these vials seemed to be a standard dose, 10ml, and there were two empty vials. No trace of their contents remained, but given the information Madara had provided earlier it was clear: the Melenian had overdosed, then.

Irah turned back to Madara, her expression clearly wanting to ask a question, but then looked at Lhirin instead. She then proceeded to mouth her query to him: [color=#d31c0a][b]“Melenians, female. Average body weight?”[/b][/color] 

Based on his reply, Irah would come to the conclusion that a physical overdose had certainly occurred: her mind would be close to broken, no doubt–if not outright manic, dulled by euphoria… or unspooling entirely, if she were even a little underweight or did not have the mental fortitude required. If she were possessed by a hostile divine, it would be exceptionally easy to force her body into the motions necessary to sacrifice another to perform a full summoning. She was an experienced summoner already, after all–evidently. Her brow furrowed at the thought, but she was quickly brought back to reality by Sir Yanin’s query.

Keeping her voice low she replied: [color=#d31c0a][b]“This amount of piaan… her mind is likely gone, especially if possessed. Working theory is that she was possessed and forced to perform a full summoning with one of the deceased unaccounted for.”[/b][/color]

She then extended her own senses outward and asked Kinder to do the same now they were a little closer to the location–she also shared her theory with the divine, wondering if that tidbit of insight might allow Kinder a greater clarity into her own observations that she could share. She would focus on the Melenian’s soul, if she could detect it, eager to determine the damage the piaan had done and to ascertain precisely how much of her remained if her theory was correct. Otherwise, she’d focus on physically locating the summoner (and any other extant people, should they be present) and working from there.