One of the Elder's eyebrows raises in a bit of surprise... as he's not used to having his commands questioned in such a way. However, he holds his tongue and instead looks over at the other templar again and snaps his fingers. "List!" The templar immediately shoves the list of templars called to this crusade back into his hands, and Nevillom begins reading the paper again.Khalia said:"I'd like to see the reports that caused you to launch this expedition, and speak to any eyewitnesses you have. The Archivists' order has expertise in these matters. Do you have those here? If not, who should I speak to?"
The other templars around the situation either act surprised that Khalia spoke in such a way, shake their heads and grin since they expect her to get reamed out by Elder Nevillom, or nervously try to back away from the situation. Khalia meanwhile is surprised by the apparent lack of spine shown by these men. Perhaps they've been beaten down like dogs one too many times?
Elder Nevillom looks back up from the papers and back at her. She sees him run a critical eye over her, sizing her up perhaps? Did the papers give a bio of who she was? Is he trying to figure out what he has here in the young woman? When he speaks to her again, a bit of the edge is taken off of his voice. While not speaking to her as an equal by any stretch, he at least is not attempting to browbeat her (which seems to be his manner in dealing with virtually everybody).
"Eyewitness accounts have been recorded in the files. A thorough investigation of each reported case has already been completed, and testimony and conclusions have been written. You may of course read through the files as you need, Lady ir'Indari... although another interrogation of the eyewitnesses at this point in time is unnecessary. Most reports were several months ago and I do not believe their testimony and memory will have gotten stronger over this time. In any case, most of them have probably spread to the four winds by now."
Needless to say, the Elder's tonal shift towards her has very interesting consequences to the other Flamists in their circle. Some now look at her with a bit more respect, some are a bit annoyed that she didn't get a tongue-lashing for impertenance. She ignores them all.
"So she did not arrive with you? She has not come? Huh. I think a little visit to Kylin Tharavar might be in order then after all this is done. Note that for me, Gerrold." One of the templars scribbles the note down in a book. "As far as who is leading things... there are four men and women of skill in charge. Sister Cerril Maise will lead our scout team up river, and Brothers Donovan, Ellston, and Anvil will each lead a team of fifteen in the main force overland. I had intended for Mother Tharavar to assume a place within my command squad, but as she has deigned to stay home, you will be an ample replacement, Lady.""Tell me, Lady ir'Indari... where IS Mother Tharavar? You both came here together, I presume?"
"She claims her age would prevent her from being an asset to this mission. I assured her that given the apparent scale of operations you were planning, it would hardly be necessary -- or even useful -- for everyone involved to be skilled front-line combatants; when scores of Templars are involved, the Flame requires administrators every bit as much as it requires paladins.
"Though of course, as an Archivist, I am a tactical advisor and spellcaster. Who will be leading the knights in my company? I will also want to speak with her, especially if she has not worked with one of my order before -- we are not a large order, after all."
The templar named Gerrold opens his mouth begins to say something, but closes it quickly when Nevillom holds up a hand to shush him. "Do whatever research you feel you need to today... the documents will be opened for you. Isn't that right, Gerrold?" The templar pauses for a second before nodding in defeat. "First thing tomorrow, I will be looking directly to you for your knowledge and tactical accumen in dealing with these beasts. Is that clear?"