[h3]Sir Yanin Glade[/h3]

	[color=f9ad81]"Divine blood..."[/color] Yanin repeated, tone functionally unchanged from his previous speech, making it unclear whether it was a proper inquiry. The words were slightly slowed from usual, though, as if he was thinking, or trying to recollect something. [i]Didn't the components fully summoned divines ordinarily rapidly fall apart upon their connection to this realm being severed?[/i]
	His eyes briefly moved to Lhirinthyl taking out Feveesha's tome again, but for now, the action didn't elicit a verbal comment. Even with only a few hopefully-loyal people around, some of their actions and words were still more public than he'd have liked.

	[color=f9ad81]"Seems sufficiently settled here. It's an estimated hour to arrive at destination - plenty for further discussion before final approach."[/color] Technically speaking, unless the weather turned and it started pouring, there was even an option for stopping and and sitting down once more. [color=f9ad81]"Bren's life largely depends on whether they needed him there or an employer yet expects him to be delivered."[/color] In either case, time was limited - the only differences were whether Bren lost his usefulness to the bandits or their hypothetical employer sooner or later, and how liable the supposed mercenaries were to depart before they arrived. If this group was indeed hired, whoever did so might try again, here or anywhere else. [i]It could still be a trap of some kind.[/i] If any of the bandits were to live long enough to tell the tale, they had questions to be asked. [color=f9ad81]"If possible, we should find out who, if anyone, employed them, and for what precise purpose. For now, let's get ready to move out."[/color]
	With that, the human knight stood. He had no real preparations to make; just a bow and halberd to pick up from where Jordan had set them.