[center][h2][b][color=silver]Lhirinthyl[/color][/b][/h2][/center][hr]
Lhirin’s gaze not so much shifted, but snapped over to Freagon as he spoke. While someone else might have taken his manner is mildly—or outright—condescending, Lhirin just listened with his usual intensity. As he did so, he realized that he actually found the so-called Knight of the Will rather refreshing. Most people always seemed so…overcomplicated with their veiled meanings, speaking between the lines or through their teeth. Freagon was to the point and if not entirely upfront exactly, he kept his emotions to himself and spoke only on the facts as he saw them. Lhirin gave the Knight a nod of respect as he called out the flaws in his plan, rather than reacting with annoyance, he almost appeared grateful.

As he finished and others spoke up, Lhirinthyl’s gaze darted between speakers, taking in their suggestions. [color=silver][b]“Do you suggest we split into two groups?”[/b][/color] Lhirin asked, his gaze fixing upon Freagon for a moment, before he pondered aloud, [color=silver][b]“…If we’re splitting up, one group that is immune to the swaigh…and one that isn’t is likely the ideal strategy. The group with the swaigh ought to have it positioned to incapacitate the maximum amount of the opposition,”[/b][/color] Lhirin said before falling silent again.