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

Irah saw fit to leave Lhirin to his own devices at that point: he could look after himself… and Sir Yanin was interrogating an uncooperative bandit in the distance. Irah could not really join them without exposing them all to Weriz’ magic, and those who escaped the prison of the worst their mind could conjure were rarely chatty afterwards–it would not suffice as a means of enticement. With that there seemed to be little else for them to need Weriz for, and Irah knew that the sooner she stopped accumulating taint the better, so she politely asked her friend to depart and thanked them for their service ere moving to close the distance between them.

[color=#d31c0a][b]“What did they do to deserve being hanged?”[/b][/color] Irah asked as she came within speaking distance, looking down at the bandit with curious eyes and an exceptionally neutral expression.

As soon as the bandit's gaze turned to Irah his expression darkened with a whole new kind of hatred. "They killed the world."

Irah looked around briefly, surveying the world that very much still existed, and returned her gaze to his. 

[color=#d31c0a][b]“The world seems to be still standing, so perhaps you mean a specific section of it? Did people like them destroy your home and force you into this life of vagrancy?”[/b][/color]

He spat at the ground in front of Irah's feet. "Creatures like you and them will bring the destruction of [I]every[/I] home. You've killed everyone with your damned plague!"

[color=#d31c0a][b]“Ah,”[/b][/color] Irah began, sighing softly, something in her eyes changing from curious to… understanding. Not accepting, nor justifying, but at least understanding the measure of these people a little more than before. [color=#d31c0a][b]“I could tell you that the Withering ravages everyone, heedless of race or creed, but then you would ask me where it [i]did[/i] come from if not non-humans… and I would not have an answer to give you, because we do not know. I could appeal to your sense of reason, and question why non-humans would unleash something that would wipe them out too… but reason did not lead you to the conclusion you’ve come to, and it cannot deliver you from it.”[/b][/color] Irah continued, looking him up and down piteously. She did not address him again, instead turning to Lady Bor.

[color=#d31c0a][b]“Hatred has taken him, and he will not provide answers even under duress… he died when he lost his world. What haunts us here is merely a shell, filled with vengeance. Judge him as you see fit.”[/b][/color]