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


Irah nodded at Lhirin’s words, opting to add in some salient details of her own: [color=#d31c0a][b]“The room is saturated with divine energy–I cannot extend my senses into it without accumulating a dangerous amount of taint. Likewise, as soon as we enter, we will be bombarded with divine energy. Those of you without any native resistance to the taint…”[/b][/color] she began, before looking over the assembled group and attempting to get a read on their expressions as she mentioned the taint. Any of them who were caught off guard by it, any who weren’t–all of the information on their faces would be valuable… well, if she could read it. She would simply have to assume Sir Freagon was able, and she’d already healed Jaelnec–enough to have a vague understanding of his resistance to the taint. 

[color=#d31c0a][b]“... will need to be [i]swift[/i]. Merely being in the aura that lays beyond will erode your very being–to say nothing of the magic that might be brought to bear against you. The Angel within is not like the others, and if it has been fully summoned as I expect then we face not only a significantly more formidable opponent, but one who may well listen to reason… or perhaps someone yet left to save. Whatever choice we make, it must be decisive. We cannot dally once events begin to unfold and we learn the truth. If it is a Thalk, we can remove it from the area to render its current aura inert, and it will have to build up another–this will give you more time.”[/b][/color] she spoke, directing most of her tactical advice to Sir Yanin–it seemed he was the most suited to using it, and had already taken command enough of the situation with his air of authority to be the unspoken leader. 

She turned her gaze directly towards Freagon again, pulled inexorably by that stirring of a sensation within her, still fresh in her mind. It had unlocked memories from many years ago, swimming in her mind’s eye almost as clearly as when the events had actually transpired. It had taken a considerable toll on her focus to resist its pull, but time [i]was[/i] against them–it could wait. She would not let him leave without questioning him, that much was certain in her mind. Snapping back to reality she looked over at Lhirin, motioning towards him. The combination of the nausea from the accumulated taint and the magical exhaustion was a particularly egregious weight, the interactions between the energies clear to her more refined senses–her spirit was formidable, but this assault on it could not be progressed further without terrible consequence. She had never let the taste of piaan pass her lips before, and she did not intend to now… something that seemed more relevant than ever with the situation unfolding in front of them. Lhirin would if necessary, and she could at least observe the fluctuations of his soul and commit them to memory, to further her research of the elusive substance. She shot Lhirin a knowing look and shook her head slightly almost as an afterthought, indicating that he should hold off for now--it would be wise to use such tools only when they were necessary, and they had too little information to decide that at the moment. He, too, would simply have to be swift.

Irah waited by Sir Yanin, though she shot a telling look to Lhirin asking for his presence by her side. Just as he could sense the fatigue within her, she could feel his too–his steps were subtly laboured, leadened by the diminishing of his magical energy. His soul flickered and fluttered as if a sputtering flame, but she would feel safer with him nearby nevertheless–his skill with his sword was certainly not to be understated, and he was prepared for an emergency. He always was–it was why she felt so safe around him. She also turned to look over her shoulder at Jaelnec, though it was brief--just enough to indicate that he may wish to move and join her... but her gaze lingered on Freagon again for the briefest of seconds until she snapped her head forward and committed her focus to the task ahead.