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

Irah nodded along to Sir Yanin and Caleb’s words, and was going to correct Yanin before Caleb beat her to it–and then again at Freagon’s words she nodded along. Once Kinder had been summoned into the makeshift body they’d made, Irah waited for them to finally face her and gave the iriao a small and sincere smile before speaking.

[color=#d31c0a][b]“Welcome back, Kinder. I’m sorry for earlier–we’re all on the same side now, though, trying to save the townsfolk. If you could go with the others, please make sure they’re all hale and whole.””[/b][/color] she near-whispered, before waiting for Caleb to summon Weriz into her. The way the Thalk summoned the angels was indeed very curious to her, though she still felt too duly chastised from earlier to attempt to read his soul and ponder over how the energy was manipulated.

Conversation with Weriz was much easier, and much safer, as the others could not speak with them… and Irah knew it best that they not get the opportunity to ask the swaigh too many questions. Not only would it likely unsettle them, it was too intimate to reveal to what were essentially still strangers. Her other secrets… those she could bear coming to light, because they were merely facts that were attached to her by association. Speaking with Weriz… well, there would be tales there of fates worse than death that need not come out of the shadows. All of her communication with the swaigh would be mental, and that brought her a certain sort of comfort.

[color=#d31c0a][i]“Welcome back to Reniam, Weriz. Of course, you’re right, but I only ever summon you when I’m doing something scary… though I’m not usually the one being scared. Oh, I know you act coyly, but there is much fear for us to sow here in the hearts of the deserving. Let us revel in their sweet agony together, my friend.”[/i][/color]

For her part, Deo’Irah had very little indeed to actively do. She would simply try and keep pace with Lhirin and Freagon while they mowed down the unsuspecting and soon-to-be helpless bandits, knowing that barring perhaps literal divine intervention there was virtually no possibility of any of them suffering so much as a scratch. She and Lhirin had waded into combat many times before this and knew what to do to best protect one another, and though she longed to join in with her elementalism and show off too she truly hadn’t the energy to spare for vanity’s sake. It was enough for her to know that her angels would come in useful, enough to watch the faces of these deplorable people freeze in a grimace of terror and be trapped within the worst parts of themselves while their very essence dripped out onto the fields. The Wanderer would be busy here today indeed. Some part of her truly did regret that they had to die, knowing there was a better path where they instead devoted their lives to undoing the harm they’d done… but this was their choice, and not hers. She merely acted as the hand of fate, the consequences that followed their actions.