Savil manages to hold off the explosion, just barely, but the force of it knocks her over and she lands hard on her bottom on the rug.

It's been a long time since Lancir was last in combat of any kind, but he still has the reflexes. His eyes fly around the room. Savil: distracted, hopefully not injured, but not callable on right now. The child: safe, for the moment, if inexplicably so - is that shield Leareth's work, it's - terrifyingly good...

Lissa: diving forward to shield Carissa with her own body, clearly not processing anything about the situation yet except for EXPLOSION.

Vanyel: straightening up from the wall, blinking, disoriented, with the glazed look of someone receiving rapid Mindspeech from their Companion.

Good. He has enough rapport with Van.

:Second-stage Truth spell: he barks. :Now. ...And shield the door:

Vanyel feels like he's either about to throw up or pass out; Yfandes' voice cuts off in his head in response to the command, but until that second she was busy very very quickly catching up the fact that the child he's been babysitting is Leareth's toddler. What. How. Why.

- One thing at a time. What first. Shields. He can fling up an absurdly overpowered shield over the door, just from reserves, that takes half a second - he's had practice - and then he grits his teeth and concentrates and summons the little rhyme for the vrondi.

The blue halo settles over Carissa's hair. (Leareth's...wife...? Nevermind he is not going to try to work through that just yet.)

"Van, wha...?"

It's been a couple of seconds. Everything seems to have slowed down.

"Tell me why you came here," Lancir barks at the terrified woman - who is currently being protected by Vanyel's sister - what is going on ...?

Carissa collapses tremblingly to the ground mostly for cover to fish the item Leareth gave her out of her pocket and snap it. While she's doing that she's - talking, which she didn't mean to, she was planning to act too distressed -

"To meet Savil for dinner."

Savil, just starting to recover, clearly senses the powerful discharge of magic. :Lance -:

:Not now:

"Do you know Leareth. How did you meet him."

Their magic is doing something to her and she fights for - "Leareth the guy who recruits mercenaries in Ruvan? I wouldn't say I know him well but we've met? I think one of his staffers introduced me."

Well, obviously anyone who worked for Leareth would be very good at evading Truth Spell. "Are you married to Leareth."

:Savil, check her for any mind-affecting magic...:

Savil drags herself up, wincing, and forges across the room, mage-sight fully open, searching - are there any compulsions on the woman's mind...?

"Am I what?? No!! Absolutely not!"

There is definitely a compulsion there, fairly complicated and elaborate.

Savil is not, exactly, good at this, but she reaches for the woman - half-falling on top of her and Lissa in the process, she's still dizzy from being thrown into the wall while trying to shield whatever-exploded - and snaps the compulsion. It'll give the woman a headache, probably, but shouldn't cause any long term damage.

"What did Leareth send you here for," Lancir snaps at her. (It's a gamble, she might in fact be nothing but a mercenary, but...the child knows her...nothing makes any sense...)

"Decide if I - wanted to work for him. If he was lying about everything."

Lissa is scrambling to sit up, her arms still protectively around Carissa. "Savil, what is going on -"

"What work does he want you to do for him."

"Enchanting magic items and reinventing Golarion spells."

"...I, what - what are Golarion spells."

"The kind of magic I know how to do. Magic as practiced in Golarion, where I am from."

Lissa is still holding tightly onto Carissa. She whispers in her ear. "Do you - can you please tell me if you have any idea what's going on?"