"It's probably best to let him out before he burns it down."
The Patriarch of the Yecine took another step forward into the sand as Lirades spoke her line to her co-conspirators, feeling the searing accusations exuding from the man who had yet to show himself - and knowing it was his duty to meet them head on. Taking his blade off his back and holding it by the scabbard, he waited and endured this theatrical display… the same as he had done with the Goltbred heiress.
Part of his mind questioned this situation. If he had not perhaps been brought into one of that taboo wielder's Illusions like the others this time. Seeing the frost on the ground that no one else had mentioned - and in fact were surprised about after that brunette had been 'retrieved' by Qatrand - had been a message that he received. Not with the assurance that she was unable to overtake his mind, for the feel of her spirit was still enormously pressuring, but that Elua had chosen *not* to for some reason.
