As they approach the Dizzy sheep, Salarassa's pace slows, as he carefully considers his options. He, and those he traveled with, have been subject to some sort of mystic compulsion, one which is vastly more powerful than any he himself might hope to produce, if it could so easily ensnare such a group. Dealing with his compulsion laden companions will be like walking through a minefield. There is every possibility that attempting to remove the compulsion could turn his temporary allies into deadly enemies, if the compulsion itself demands such an act. The gods only know that is what Salarassa would have done. He will need more than a traveling companion in the days to come, he will need an ally. More importantly, he will need to know where the stab in the back will be coming from.
Jool does not concern him. Her goals and nature seems at first blush to be purely martial, which is fine, and even admirable. Salarassa anticipates no troubles there, but is also uncertain of the Half-Dragon's ability to free itself from any mental coercion. Xis is thus far an enigma, and as such no judgements can be made on how to deal with him yet. Ijazim appears to be insane, evil, and unpredictable. Powerful, to be sure, but certainly not to be trusted. Which leaves Panarchus. He has power, and seems sensible. His goals, such as Salarassa has been able to divine them, seem unusual, but it is nothing that opposes Salarassa's own wishes. So it will be Panarchus.
"Panarchus, I want you to do me a favor.", Salarassa whispers at the bare edge of hearing as he stops by an open storefront doorway, "I want you to try as hard as you can to contact your god, and ask him to remove what the woman has done to your mind. Focus on her, and on what she did to you, and fight it."
