[h3]Sir Yanin Glade[/h3]

	Unfortunately - but not wholly unexpected -, Caleb knew fairly little. There might have been other, smaller things ... something written in that tome of Hai'vreh'era's, as comments, or implied by the prevalence of atypical magic. An uncommon rune or construct they might have sighted on their way out. But it was all much more circumstantial than names and directives. [i]Slaves in binding circles? To use as hosts to divines?[/i]
	The names he mentioned could have been incidental - they were the rulers of the land they resided in, after all -, or they could bode ill for anyone undertaking dismantling whatever business Hai'vreh'era had been running. 

	"I see. Let me know if you remember anything else that could shed light upon what was going on," he concluded. Deo'Irah had a lot more to say about Caleb's past than Yanin himself - even going so far as to suggest it might be better off without his old god, or even put its faith in her. Daring, maybe, suggesting the fallen angel abandon its quest to reunite with its only friend and stay in a place and body it seemed to hate, to fight a fight the human knight was nowhere near certain was even within their power to win. 
	Divines and deigan could live indefinitely - but it was also no harder to kill a deigan than to kill a human. Seven hundred years of life, cut short for nothing more than not expecting thugs on that road and that day, just like that... And to set yourself down for a pursuit with uncertain fate, with the same fanaticism that turned what would have otherwise been an act of mutual interest by a friendly individual into a well of all-consuming devotion? What would it be, a long dance of undoing the ills of the world, or an attempt to claw through anyone on one's path to accomplish a singular goal, a path of war and undue suffering? A new imprisonment, a punishment worse than the one the divine had already been through? 
	"You prefer exile in your realm to living in this one? If you can maintain hope you'll find Feveesha again? It is not likely to be an easy path either way, and your patience and resilience will be tested anew. That much, I can relate to. Deo'Irah is right in that you probably needn't manage alone indefinitely, though."
	Another realm, yet the denizens seemed haunted by the same power struggles and maintaining relations as those here. 

	Deo'Irah seemed to want a confirmation on how to handle the situation before she turned to meet the penin. 
	"She's neither an enemy, nor a fool," Yanin stated, simply. If she were to pick up on them lying to her, they could forget about any goodwill or trust she might otherwise have had towards them, or [i]especially[/i] their new acquaintance. They didn't have too many allies of much significance to begin with. "She also cursed the actions of the witch-hunters, but not of Feveesha." 
	Words were not always reliable, but sometimes they were the only thing to rely on. Furthermore, the last she had spoken to them, she had no means of knowing the felid was no longer walking this realm, and she had given no instructions to apprehend or otherwise deal with her. So ensuring punishment for her apparent transgression hadn't been Lady Bor's first priority.