[center][h2][b][color=silver]Lhirinthyl[/color][/b][/h2][/center][hr]
A she watched Freagon make his decision, the deigan caught movement from Irah's location and his gaze shifted even as the Knight of the Will gave him his unspoken answer. Reading his companion's lips, Lhirin's mind whirred for an instant before he held up a hand, displaying 5 fingers, then two, in succession, to indicate 52 kgs (114.64 lbs). That done, Lhirin turned his gaze from Irah, caught Freagon's eye for a moment as he neared him, and then pushed forth up the stairway.

As he reached the upper landing, Lhirin would take several steps onto it, providing room for any who came just behind or beside him--such as Freagon or his apprentice, Jaelnec. Widening his eyes, Lhirin peered over the details on the second floor of the hall. He looked over the details of everythin in the room, the windows they'd seen from outside, the chandelier, the spatters of blood and those of his new compatriots who had also ascended--though by the other stairway. At once he focused, reaching his arcane sense outwards and coming upon a dense disturbance of the faint ambient energy of the area. This clearly demarcated where the ambient energy ended and divine energy--and its corruptive touch--began. He withdrew his senses at that point, not willing to risk any direct contact with it. He'd leave that to Irah and her divine.

Moving once more, he headed towards the path into the western area of the manor even as the faint sound of a crying woman reached him. Though her words were quieter than usual, Lhirin caught much of what Irah said in reply to Yanin, if only because he read her lips.

[color=silver][b]"I don't like this,"[/b][/color] muttered the mage as he joined the rest of the group before pushing past them alongside Freagon. He paused before he passed any threshold however, ensuring that he would not enter the area suffused with divine energy just yet.

Once there, he lifted a finger to his mouth and lightly chewed at his bent knuckle. It did not feel particularly wise to walk directly into such dense energy without some greater form of protection. Protection that he could not currently afford given the level of his magical reserves. Half turning so he could regard Irah and the others once more, Lhirin gave her a pointed look as he made a series of subtle gestures with one of his hands. The hand remained at his side, making the act rather inconspicuous.

It communicated the status of his reserves and posed a question, should he imbibe given the potential danger they were walking into?

That query posed, Lhirin‘s gaze finally turned to Yanin as he grasped at the memory of the knight’s words. Though he was tactlessly late to replying to the man, Lhirin did so nonetheless, appearing not to even notice that he’d kept the man waiting for a response longer than was proper.

[color=silver][b]“No,”[/b][/color] the deigan began as he regarded the knight, taking in his various arms and armor. [color=silver][b]“Impossible to precisely prepare when we cannot know what we are to face,”[/b][/color] he clarified. Drumming his fingers along the hilt of his runeblade, Lhirin considered the assets at their disposal. His eyes briefly darted to Irah and then back between the other members of their makeshift party. Based on the telltale signs he was picking up on, she was almost worse off than he was in terms of energy. Someone who didn’t know her would not have been able to tell the difference, as she held herself well, but he had traveled with her for quite some time and had learned to tell the difference.

Her spirit was tired. He understood the feeling as he shifted in place, likely appearing listless and almost fidgety to anyone else. The reality was that he was moving subtly in order to somewhat alleviate the terrible feeling of [i]heaviness[/i] that came along with magical exhaustion. Bringing a hand up, Lhirin massaged the bridge of his nose before pushing his hand back through his feathers lightly.

[color=silver][b]“Given my and Irah’s states, I believe having our more physically oriented fighters lead is likely wise. Any information we can offer you can be given just as well from the back as if we were leading.”[/b][/color] It wasn’t much, but it was at least [i]something[/i] he could offer to the man’s question other than simply shutting it down.