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         Sairen remained silent during most of the interchange and moving about of other party members. He hissed imperceptibly under his breath at the treatment of the paladin, and moved to help the taller man with his things as the Deceivers dumped the weapons in the mud. A light centralized breeze lifted the edge of his medic coat, exposing only an inch of the hem of his robes. Embroidered on the hem were marks of Tinon. The same marks would be on his sleeves, though presently his coat covered all of the sleeves.

He paused and gripped his staff tightly with both hands when he felt the ground shake. Lifting his head from his habitually bowed stance, he noticed the cause but still didn't speak out loud. He whispered prayers to himself and made warding symbols against the witch and her devil magic. Warding against evil he did by instinct, which would give way his unwelcome position if any of the Deceivers were watching him. Although, there wasn't really anything any of them could do to him here, since he already stood in a prison courtyard by his own volition, and he already handed in his required access information.

Because of his nationality, the young cleric needed to prove his intentions to the Deceivers. The thought of having to prove himself to them at all burned him, but through their tests and interrogations he survived without revealing his temper. It didn't matter anymore. He was right where the gods wanted him to be, though he personally would have chosen some different companions. Tinon knew what He was doing, and Sairen accepted that. Though he never halted his prayers and warding until the courtyard was still.

In that stillness, other strange phenomena drew his attention. He wasn't very tall, but neither was the witch. Beyond her there was a bright field, and even though he kept his distance to avoid taint of her unholy magic, something about that field drew him, called to him. Without realizing it, he took exactly three steps forward and stopped. From the field burned the light and warmth, he associated with Tinon, God of the Sun. He turned back behind him, and saw and still felt the cold, dreary, dull and even dirty fall of rain over the traveling companions chose for him in the courtyard. Sun in the field and cold damp over the Deceivers' courtyard. Only the gods could create such an anomaly. Strangely enough, while others might be frightened or irritated with the anomaly, it soothed his own fears and doubts.

She shouted over her shoulder and Sairen also noted the creature in unusual garb driving toward the shining gate straight and true as an arrow, without once touching the ground. The creature danced over the wall and just as easily appeared to dodge actual arrows aiming for it. This creature disturbed Sairen's peace. He knew of no humans who could behave that way. Was it a demon coming to claim the witch? He resumed whispering prayers and tracing wards in the air between them.