[center][h2][b][color=silver]Lhirinthyl[/color][/b][/h2][/center][hr]
Prior words spoken, Lhirin simply observed silently for a time, his wide silver eyes flitting between the members of their ragtag gathering. Some of the information, presented anew, led him to new ideas, particularly that the sobbing they could hear was not the Melenian...but perhaps the divine itself. Among the words that the others communicated, those and Yanin's suggestion of the order of their entry were perhaps the most important.

The only others he deigned consider was the query posed to the mages among them, himself obviously foremost in their gathering. Running over his list of spells silently, Lhirin concluded that he had no specialized means of identifying, nor disrupting, illusion magics. Of course...he could use his own magical energy to disrupt any such spell's energies. However, given that the working would be generated by divine magic and not the energies he was more familiar with, meant that it would be an unsure thing. Further, and more importantly perhaps, to use his energy in that way would be exceptionally inefficient, particularly in the environs that the illusion magic would be sure to reside within. That being a room suffused with divine energy, which--much like the hall--would likely weaken his own magics significantly.

However, these musings were not the essential ones, rather what he said in reply was.[color=silver][b]"Disturbing, and likely, as the Thalk's deception may be, I do not believe these sobs to be an illusion. To create one such thing they would needs extend their energies beyond the confines of this threshold in greater quantities than either myself or Irah have sensed."[/b][/color] Fingers tapping at the guard of his runeblade, Lhirin continued [color=silver][b]"Perhaps it is generating the sound from within, via illusion or sound magics. If so...it could simply be to confound our impressions of the situation we are to enter. A distraction. An additional variable to muddy our impressions and tie up our attention."[/b][/color]

Lhirin's eyes narrowed at the thought, then his gaze turned toward the door. [color=silver][b]"Even if this proves true, we can do naught but press forth and respond as expediently as we are able, with the thought kept in mind."[/b][/color]

That said, Lhirin glanced between the others a moment, then concluded his thoughts. [color=silver][b]"As has been said, now we are simply passing time, and time is our enemy in this instance. Thus, I suggest we press forth and do away with further theory for it only serves to aid our would-be foe, if it is indeed such."[/b][/color] His piece said, Lhirin closed his eyes and simply listened, focusing on the energies and resources he yet had at his disposal, rather than further conversation.

It was a more valuable use of his time.