[h3]Jaelnec, Freagon, Irah, Lhirin, Nabi, Yanin, Jordan and Madara – Bor Manor, Borstown[/h3]
The archangel's eyes widened in surprise when Irah spoke the Melenian summoner's name, only to immediately narrow suspiciously. If these people were indeed strangers to this place and just happened to be nearby, how would they know her name? Surely they would not have had time to hear and memorize information irrelevant to their goal if they were truly just here to help and look for wounded. If saving lives was what they were her for, one would think they would have rushed to the rescue as soon as they knew that they were at stake. They knew more than they logically should by the explanation they had given, it figured.
But that was not all: Irah revealed that she knew even more, which further called into question the truth of what the situation really was. Feevesha had revealed the fact that she was familiar with summoning magic because she wanted to chase down these bandits, she claimed? If this was true, it would make much more sense for these people to have been among those Feevesha had told than them having heard about it after the fact. At best they could have simply stood by while these witch-hunters tried to kill Feevesha, at worst they were aligned with the murderers. Irah did seem to react very strongly and negatively when she mentioned the witch-hunters, but emotions could be faked. And the iriao she had brought here? Either the witch-hunters were indeed hypocrites, or she had simply kept it secret somehow. Being possessed by a divine was hardly obvious to anyone without keen magical senses, after all.

But even as it became more and more guarded during this thought process, it then recalled the conversations it had overheard before they entered the room, before they would have known it was listening. In among their strategic considerations, they had mentioned wanting to pursue bandits themselves and expressed some urgency in doing so, which seemed to suggest that part was true, at least. And they had talked about the possibility and importance of saving anyone in the room... and Irah [I]had[/I] expressed both a desire to resolve things with words and a preference for things not to escalate to the point of killing each other.
Its stance relaxed somewhat, and the lightning crawling along its arms waned and disappeared. It was still odd that they knew what they did, but there had been enough time from it sensing the iriao approaching the exterior of this place for them to be told. It would not have expected them to receive such details in a moment of urgency, but stranger things had happened. It was willing to believe that this woman, at least, did not mean to harm it.

“None,” it said in response to Irah's question, its voice lowered to a much more normal speaking volume now and its tone softer. “I once served the Lord That Glitters, but now I am Fallen. Feevesha is... was...” It stopped itself and shook its head. “Feevesha called me 'Caleb'. You can do the same, if you need to.”
Its eyes narrowed once again. “These bandits are the same that you mean to pursue?”