[h3]Sir Yanin Glade[/h3]

	The human knight gave little outward acknowledgement of Freagon's notion that he'd prefer the boy didn't fight, besides a soft, "Hmm". Guy looked to be close to Jordan's age, give or take - which, given he was a nightwalker, probably meant that he was older than Yanin himself. For the time being, though, that reasonably meant that he could left where he was, as the two non-combatants, not involved aside of being maybe not entirely defenseless, should some kind of nasty surprise arise. All they'd need to do was hold on until someone else could disengage. 

	His knowledge of what alchemical or chemical compounds would, or wouldn't affect divines was, quite naturally, inferior to the half-palanter, which was to say, he didn't have a clue.  

	[i]“The Melenian is the last person here as far as we know,”[/i] Freagon took the time to remind everyone. 
	They didn't [i]know,[/i] though. They had [i]concluded[/i], given what little information was available. It was the straightforward deduction. And yet, the old nightwalker was also insisting the crying didn't sound Melenian which he couldn't fully conform or deny. Their voice was quite tonally different, inhuman, that much was true. Sobbing, however, was not necessarily as distinct - insofar it was an atypical vocalization he had not heard before. For the time being, it was at least probable Freagon's assessment - at least in regards to the Melenian-ness of the entity producing the noise - was accurate. 
	"A trap set up before we even entered the building," Yanin noted; at this time he was mostly thinking loudly. Spared time. 
	He had already heard the sobbing from outside. The second wave of ghouls and wraiths had seemingly acted on a cue, but the crying had remained unchanged. If the supposed thalk was orchestrating it all, it certainly seemed like it liked setting up stages. He had brought up the idea of the divine, possessing the Melenian, managing to summon a body for itself using the unseen seventh guest as a sacrifice - a possibility which neither Freagon or Deo'Irah had countered. The latter even confirmed her originally summoning the divine into herself was a possibility.
	"Unless the Melenian herself, on piaan and half-bled out, managed to become the sacrifice, and the seventh guest remains." Lady Bor had only said the summoner was the only Melenian - Yanin didn't seem to recall her specifying she was the only female guest. Might also explain why she had not been offed by the divine or the taint, if she managed to lock herself up in the adjacent room, and not with the divine ... or she could be by the thalk's feet, slowly cooked by the divine energy while the angel waited on whoever would show up. A major issue [i]for them, [/i]however, was the extent of the trickery. 
	"If that's not a thalk's normal vocal range, nor the seventh guest, we might as well assume [i]everything[/i] could be an illusion." Make the fighters fight figments of light, heck, make them run through a corpse or a potential lone survivor... 
	The dark one spoke - offering her aid in tracking. 
	"We'll see. One thing at a time. Now, any one of you three have a means to dispel illusions and the energy to use them? We will need the truth of what we're fighting against." 
	And that was that: the one last question to ask before taking position and breaching. As far as Yanin was concerned, Freagon could have his kill - as long as they knew exactly what he was killing.