[h3]Sir Yanin Glade[/h3]
	"[i]Five,[/i]" the fallen angel had stated, which matched what he had witnessed earlier. Often the only way to figure out the truth from falsehood was to keep checking things, even those he already knew, to see if a discrepancy cropped up - so he could hopefully figure out who, or what, was unreliable, and whether it was on purpose.
	The thalk volunteering that there was another mundane in the building was certainly interesting - if it was accurate, and not another go at subterfuge to get rid of them, then that would mean that Feveesha had sacrificed herself alone, and the last guest was indeed alive. 
	Jordan should know enough to expect traps, and he'd already told him to take the dark one along and go inspect [i]all [/i]rooms. Faintly, whoever was paying attention might make out some muffled low speaking from the next room, and bit later, the door tugged open. 

	Irah appeared to be agitated at Freagon; the latter simply noted that he [i]could[/i] have killed the thalk. Yanin had no doubts about it - at least if it were just the two of them. The human knight didn't intend to let [i]him[/i], at least not as long as the thalk cooperated. It was no coincidence that he had placed himself directly between Freagon and the divine, and was watching the nightwalker as much as the thalk, or even just observing the room. 
	The fact that the old had managed to get a projectile - even a nondirectional one he had already been holding prior to the incident - past him was an abject failure. It would have been much harder with a dagger, granted. The nightwalker would have had to draw it first, and unlike a coin for the purposes of testing illusions, it actually needed to be point-first to be effective at killing. It was still a single, fluid motion, but one that was about a tenth of a second longer - enough to be intercepted. It was even possible to somewhat reliably intercept arrows - provided that you could see the archer aiming, and it was roughly at you. And it was just one of them. 
	Yanin made a mental note to ask anyone else he might need to interrogate to, quite literally, take cover. Preferably behind at least solid wood. Or alternatively just fully remove Freagon from the room. If he decided to put [i]himself[/i] at greater risk to help with his investigation, then that was prerogative as a knight and Fadewatcher. If Freagon decided to be unreliable, he could stay out of it.  
	[i]Of course it was ready to kill us. Someone else had already tried, and you announced quite clearly that you [i]will[/i] kill it.[/i]
	Bafflingly - even to Yanin and his general social insensitivity - the male deigan asked why Caleb appeared afraid. Clearly, there were at least three individuals in the room who could swiftly send him back where he had come from; it was cornered. 
	Against expectations, something did come of the details the fallen thalk offered freely. There was a spirit in the sartal sword, and someone in the other room was ... strange? Couldn't be Jordan; enough of him being around mages and sensitive folks of all ilk for someone to have noticed something before. The dark one, then. [i]Did Freagon really interfere because he suspected the fallen angel of further tricks, or was it because he knew the divine could tell something about him he didn't wish them to hear?[/i]

	There was a creak somewhere behind him as Jordan (presumably with Nabi in tow), very carefully, checked what was behind the lone door in the opposite wall of the hallway, and seemingly not finding anything much out of order, looked into the room where his master, Freagon, Lhirinthyl and now Irah congregated, eyes flicking from the Viper's blade to Caleb. If Deo'Irah or someone else happened to look at him, then his expression was a vague mix of uncertainty and inquisitiveness.
 
	Yanin made no move to stop the female deigan as she entered the room; she seemed to be taking appropriate amounts of care. Freagon showed no such consideration, but by this point, he was reasonably certain he had gleaned all that could be, so he mostly just continued to watch for signs of hostility.
	"First floor, east wing; beware," he noted to the squire, and the younger human disappeared from sight, only for some more hurried talking to occur once he was back in the hall. 
	[i]Two angels; an iriao and?[/i] And, her earlier assertion had been wrong - the ability to draw energy from the divine realms was innate to thalks, not achieved through the deity they served. 

	"Leave - for the Neverrealm?" he inquired. "What will await you there?" That was largely out of curiosity, not any fact-checking. He had, though, wondered if there was even a place for the fallen in the divine realms. Maybe the denizens of Neverrealm, at least, were a touch more tolerant. Couldn't be [i]that[/i] bad if Caleb still wanted to be there rather than here, potential hostilities of those outside the manor notwithstanding. He took a couple steps, still with weapons brandished, though no longer in active guard, as he followed Freagon in his attempt to locate his two missing rodlin. "Can you also tell what kind of spirit?"