Arast is, by now, used to dealing with the agents and servants of the Old Ones in whatever form they take. From Celestials to Fiends to unthinkable and undefinable entities from Beyond the veil of sanity... the beings are disparate, nothing uniting them beyond their common cause as enemies of the ONE. In the times when the Old Ones were not yet Old, when they were the dominant powers, their servants were fractious. Thor's Eladrins and Ernu's Guardinals had no enemies more dire and hated than Mannegish's Tanar'ri and Vecna's Yugoloths.
Now, though they remain enemies in many senses, circumstances have brought about a kind of tense misalliance. Like the Old Ones themselves, their own feuds and rivalries have been somewhat overridden by their imposed situation as exemplars of a paradigm that is now suppressed and written out of the ONE's 'reality'.
So as a factotum of the Old Ones, one of the few remaining in this land who acknowledge them, Arast is used to accepting all shades and forms in which the disunited pantheon manifests itself. In recent years many Rilmani - those enigmatic representatives of the multiverse's balance - have added their support to the Old Ones, feeling that the ONE's hegemony has gone too far. In truth Arast himself is closest to those; his own viewpoint is not one of devotion to the Old Ones specifically, so much as a passionate hatred for the ONE with its urge to superimpose its own blinkered view on all others. His real devotion is not specifically to the Old Ones, but rather to everything that lies beyond the myopic vision of the ONE.
As such, he's rather happy to find himself in contact with a Rilmani, one of the great Aurumachs. They are much less unsettling, and much easier to deal with, than most of the Old Ones' other agents and allies.
The answers he receives are also on the whole a relief. By the time he stands up, he seems a great deal more composed and contented. One hand briefly runs through his tousled hair, and he looks across to where Latham is calling.
"You'll be happy to hear that we have no traitors amidst our immediate company," he says serenely. "You might be less happy to hear that the one's agents are within five miles, and presumably looking for us. But then again I do at least have the good news that as of yet they don't know our location. Even so... I'm not sure I'm comfortable with sleeping here."
OOC: I hope you'll forgive me plastering in so much background material here. I kinda need it to rationalise Arast for myself. WarlockLord if you object to any of the detail then tell me and I'll correct it. Note by the way that Arast's refusal to give proper emphasis to the word 'ONE' is deliberate mockery, not a typo on my part.