[Olvann Coia]

Olvann was very aware of the fact that he was being purposefully ignored. He was not a dunce of a man and had intrinsically deducted that he was one of two things; either an apparently unobtrusive unremarkable observer, unworthy of even the briefest recognition, or, he was being heavily monitored and was here for a different purpose. The Hayan's were an odd lot, and more so, Haya, was a very interesting goddess. They would do pretty much anything they could to please her. If that included lust, pain and sick demeaning acts of sadism, then it was free game.

Perhaps he was part of that game.

Realistically, these were all thoughts that had casually meandered through the turmoil of Olvann's mind as he had followed the harem of guards dedicated fully to their noble fare. The room had cleared and he gazed upon the brutal spectacle before him with a sixth sense, he had taken the time to meditate and was now fully entranced, an easily accomplished task with no distraction. He entered clara and watched as the room danced with ara, swirling about in delicate waves and blissfully bypassing the ignorantly bound souls within the room. Each individual radiated an aura of vis and Olvann took the opportunity to appraise each being, casting a critical eye on their internal reserves. This was an easy way to determine if and which people exhibited arcane ability. Every single individual below and above the surface of Telath had an internal reserve of vis. Those trained in a sphere of arcana generally had expanded that reserve and were easily, if carefully observed, singled out above the level of initiate. Olvann was perhaps blessed in the fact that he was an initiate and had consequently approximately the same reserves as a bound individual. Again, he proved to be outwardly unremarkable.

He began the gentle mixture of vis and ara, shaping them into the unsteady and remarkable form of mana. With the arcane material swirling before him on the astral plane, he began to form the mana into a spell he had become quite familiar with; Nimbility. The spell was released onto the physical plane; infusing life into his muscles, sinew, joints and bone. The healer casually accelerated the nerve impulses that would offer him better reaction time, instinctual movement, speed and overall agility. This entire process, once clara was reached, was but a lapse in unmoving time, completed in the void of timelessness, and completed instantaneously. Still outwardly unremarkable.

Olvann had become more physically acquainted with his body and its limits than most human's reached during the span of their comparatively short life. His blind prowess was relatively unmatched prior to his training, compared to any he had met with similar experience and time within the mortal coil. He had met his training with a thirst, improving those limits and now finding himself distinctly aware of his physical aptitude. He would be nothing like anything seen on the face of Telath. He was comparatively small to most of his race, reaching barely to the height of an elf and equally as slender. However, it would be foolish to describe him as weak, he was a controlled spectacle of strength, eluding to far more than what met the eye. But that was not his most distinguishing attribute, his sheer agility; quick, precise and controlled was marveling. He became more attune with his body everyday. He was ignorantly becoming a weapon. Ignorance was not casually thrown in amongst his set of taciturn mental traits. He was ignorant of this brutal ability because of his mindful healing nature.

No such nature was displayed now. He was very directly avoiding frothing at this display. The screaming whore who would meet her fate shortly enthralled the human, he simply could not help but display a carnal grin at her vain folly. Aslan's will could be quelled for the moment, he could observe, could he not? They would all see their mistress dead shortly anyway, the boy was a Hayan, easily dismissed. Aslan would brazenly smash and cut his will into the noble who seemingly betrayed the will of Haya to the human onlooker. He wondered if this putridly small sacrifice would truly satisfy the lust of such a dark goddess. Olvann couldn't see how it could.

The release of the spell had brought him the familiar aching void of what had been clara only moments prior. He quickly dispelled the sensation, easily being able to cast two more alike spells before it affected him mentally or physically. He waited still for the ceremony to get underway, then, he could commit a different and unquestionably holy ceremony within this hole of sin.