[center][h1][b]Iraleth Kyrios[/b][/h1][/center]

Ridiculous. The amount of mental gymnastics required to believe that Valen Leuvalt gave a damn about anyone besides himself bordered on delusion. Iraleth glowered at everyone involved, with the exception of Ciara. 

[b]"Cowards and sheep, licking the boots of a sociopath."[/b] The half-elf spat, her eyes blazing with anger and disgust. [b]"Rather than raise yourselves up, you would kneel before someone who merely uses you as monuments to his ego. And here I thought you came to Wingram to be heroes, not lackeys."[/b] A closer look at the toadies. Had any of them been among the crowd that had begged for entrance on the first day? Should that be the case, it wouldn't surprise her, but it would be disappointing.

She didn't even bother saying anything to Valen himself. Why gratify his self-importance with acknowledgment? Iraleth turned to Ciara, only for her eyes to widen. She was just a moment away from actually attacking Valen. While understandable, it didn't help her assessment of the other girl at all. At least her heart was in the right place, though her control was...extremely questionable. If she wasn't actually an Umbralist, there was certainly [i]something[/i] dangerous influencing her, even if it was just Ciara's own animal instinct. 

[b]"Crossing swords? Not before I get my chance at him."[/b] Iraleth glowered, this time at everyone gathered in this sad little group in general, Ciara included. 

[@Estylwen]