[center][h2][b][color=silver]Lhirinthyl[/color][/b][/h2][/center][hr]
The deigan mage listened to Caleb’s story and the subsequent discussion—as well as taking in Ms. Lady Bor’s arrival. As events played out Lhirin’s gaze intermittently shifted between individuals as he took things in. By and large he was using the ongoing conversations to distract himself from the mysteries that surely lay within the book he held in one of his delicate deigan hands.

When Irah actually addressed him he glanced her way for a moment, then to Sir Yanin as he spoke first. For his part, once the knight had finished, he simply shook his head perfunctorily before bowing his head respectfully to the penin.

[color=silver][b]“I am ready,”[/b][/color] he stated simply, his words slightly rushed with the faintest hint of breathlessness to them. His too-wide eyes narrowed slightly as he focused. [color=silver][b]“I need no time for recovery. It—I believe—would be prudent that we speak to this…’Quintin,’ debrief…as it were, and then depart post haste if all are prepared.”[/b][/color]

Lhirin paused for a moment, his head tilting before he glanced at his companion—Irah. [color=silver][b]“Perhaps…if the trail to Bren is not a short one, you could rest during transit,”[/b][/color] he suggested, trying to think of a solution that allowed them to arrive most expeditiously without not having all of them at their best.