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

Squire, again? What was with these arrogant nobles and their insistence that she couldn't possibly be a full-fledged knight? Iraleth gnashed her teeth, but spoke no more of the matter as a member of Wingram's faculty finally deigned to show herself. Besides, the rest of Valen's words had no effect on her. If she should martyr herself young, then so be it. She held little fear at the prospect. After all, her life should have ended when the Umbralists razed her orphanage as a child. Every day past that was a gift. 

The shadow witch's response echoed across the link but once before the Strigdae shut it off. Well. That hadn't gone over as poorly as she'd imagined it would. Fine, then. Once Iraleth was rested, her first order of business in whatever free time she would have at Wingram would be to track that girl down and get an explanation. Not that she was looking to be an inquisitor, but her abilities still gave cause for concern. Better to trust, but verify. 

The woman in the beautiful dress spoke, and Iraleth shifted her attention back towards her. Time was finally up, then. Iraleth watched dispassionately as one of the Mannekins dropped a chair in front of her, and she simply sat in it without complaint, offering the Strigdae responsible a brief nod of thanks. He was keeping to his word for the moment, at least. Her magic could have afforded her a backup plan should the boy have welched on his word, but fortunately, it hadn't came to that. 

Otis and Ciara asked their questions, and Iraleth looked on without a word. If Bronsteel had truly been a hired hand, he would have been an utterly incompetent one to lose his head so completely and throw what could very well have been a lethal spell at her. Even so, it would vindicate her personal decision to let him live all the more. For now, she conserved her energy, not speaking more than she had to. In truth, Iraleth would have liked nothing more than to collapse into a bed and slumber for the rest of the day after the effort she'd exerted and the injuries she had taken. But there were yet miles to go before she could sleep. Besides, all Iraleth was doing at the moment was sitting. If she couldn't manage that without passing out, she wasn't worthy to be a paladin of Astra.