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

Deo’Irah heard the Lady Bor coming before she burst through the door, though the speed of it still came as a shock. She turned from Caleb to their diminutive employer, taking a half-breath to survey her stance and expression, until the adrenaline wore off and there was just a tired woman who’d lost too many people already. The number never stopped getting higher–despite her lissom youthfulness, it was especially easy for Deo’Irah to forget that she was old too (by human standards, at least) and she knew that weariness all-too-well. She smiled a knowing half-smile (the kind that was half-sad, too) and observed the revelation that Feevesha had spoken of Caleb to Lady Bor at some point during her stay–it seemed like Feevesha was a fairly well-liked person, from the limited sample size. Caleb’s devotion to her certainly implied some level of worth, even if much of that attachment was trauma bonding. Sir Yanin offered his thoughts just before Deo’Irah collected her thoughts enough to begin speaking: 

"Reckon so. There ought to be no other divines left here but Caleb, and I am reasonably confident in the exact fates of every guest. Requested my squire to ascertain and see to the survivor."

[color=#d31c0a][b]“It appears that Feevesha summoned a number of wraiths to defend herself, and the piaan gave her the strength (and perhaps inclination) to offer up her flesh as Caleb’s vessel… He summoned some ghouls and wraiths, we dispatched them between us, and we have been discussing what happens next with Caleb. Things did not come to blows between us, Reina’s mercy be praised–we…”[/b][/color] Irah followed up, pausing to inhale steadily and mentally prepare herself, and find the exact words she wanted to say. 

[color=#d31c0a][b]“... given the circumstances, having learned how Caleb and Feevesha came to travel together and what precisely happened in here, we agreed it would be prudent to have Caleb come with us and help us dispatch the bandits, as kindly Feevesha offered to begin with. After that, he wishes to return to realms beyond–a fate one of our martially-inclined comrades will no doubt grant him once the task is completed.”[/b][/color] Irah stated, hoping to be a little more brief than she was previously. As she recounted events as she understood them to the Lady Bor she glanced over to Sir Yanin, wondering if he wished to expound in any further detail (or indeed if Lady Bor requested more specific details). 

[color=#d31c0a][b]“It’s our intention now to go after Bren, Caleb in tow. They must have taken him for a specific reason, one that couldn’t be accomplished here. You said one of your scouts went after the bandits in the woods–is there any information you think we should be privy to before we depart? Madara and I will also be able to provide medical attention to those yet wounded–some remain in the Fadewatcher Station, though there is more to do for our surgeon than myself… I suppose it is a matter of collecting the facts and assigning tasks to those best suited, now. Lhirin? Sir Yanin?”[/b][/color] Irah continued, her tone suddenly shifted from weary to ponderous. She wondered who would speak up, what ideas would be proffered, if now assured of their competence (or, at least, one would hope) Lady Bor offered new information or the like? There was something about Rodoria’s adventurous spirit that went to her head like strong wine whenever she was here–in hindsight, she felt a little sheepish at her monologuing at Caleb. Still, nothing to do for it now, and the point she had wanted to make… well, it had been made. It had to be Caleb’s choice to listen and to let hope win over despair. Freagon… well, that needed a longer chat. It certainly needed tea.