The Mindhealer from Horn is waiting and ready, and crosses. "Right. Whatever you hauled me over here, it had better be important." 

Shavri, who's been up the entire night and is finally convinced that Tran is neither going to die of shock nor try to kill himself, directs the Mindhealer to him first, and then goes to check on Van. 

Vanyel's stab wound continues to heal cleanly, but that's pretty much the only good news. He failed to get any more sleep for the entire rest of the night after his dream and is a wreck. And Yfandes is still blocking him. 

Shavri sits down beside him. "Van, what in all hells is going on?" 

He gives her an exhausted, despairing look. "Hoped you knew. Companions are - something's wrong..." 

"Well, that much is bloody obvious. No one's seen or heard from Taver all goddamned night. My daughter refused to go to sleep except on my lap." Fortunately she then stayed asleep once Shavri plopped her in an adjacent room, and is still out. "...Van, we grabbed the Mindhealer from Horn. Melody. Do you know her? I think she'd better see you next - you seem -" She doesn't know what to say. 

Shrug. 

Shavri sighs, and puts her head down over the covers of Vanyel's bed.

"Randi doesn't want us to summon Cam back. Since we still don't know what Taver saw, that scared him so much..." 

"- He saw the gods being terrified of Cam." Vanyel shivers, swallows hard, and switches to Mindspeech. :I don't know if that's - something we should care about: He chuckles, bitterly, with a hint of a sob in it. :Except for the part where Vkandis will keep trying to kill us, of course: 

Shavri wishes she had some sort of reassurance to give. She has none. 

"I'm sorry." 

"Trust me. So am I." 

"Do we know if Cam can still get messages? It seems likely - I guess I'd better try writing one, tell him what's going on here and why we're not risking summoning him back..." She drags herself to her feet, patting Vanyel's shoulder. "Hang in there." 

At the Healers' centre station, she scribbles a quick note to Cam, explaining that things in Haven are going really really badly and they wish they knew a way to safely re-summon him but they don't. 

However: 

A half-candlemark after dawn, eight hundred miles north of Haven, Leareth stands in an underground, thoroughly shielded Work Room, and finishes drawing the simpler of the two circles, carefully and neatly in chalk on the floor. 

As soon as Cam feels it he conjures a copy and checks it over in a few formats to make sure it's really free and clear and unbound. He checks the room it's in, and the history of the room in case anyone's been casting creepy spells he can't see in there that he needs to worry about, and he puts his talismans on.

A week ago some other mages were in here and probably doing magic to renew the shielding, though Cam can't see the exact details of the magic they're casting directly. 

Leareth isn't sure if that means it didn't work. He waits. 

A week ago is probably not specifically to prepare for summoning demons, at least.

Cam braces himself for possible attempted mindreading by getting a very annoying song stuck in his head and answers the circle.

Leareth doesn't startle visibly, or even blink. (He is in fact very startled, and keeping it off his face takes substantial effort.) He doesn't try to read Cam's mind. 

"Welcome," he says levelly. "I imagine you know who I am. Vanyel suggested that I contact you in this way." 

"Here I am. Do you have any" wow that song is SO annoying and he hopes it was unnecessary "immediate business or shall I just go back to what I was doing?"

"I do not have urgent business with you, no, unless you have questions for me, which I would be pleased to answer." Leareth ducks his head slightly. "...If you are able to make sure that Herald Vanyel is all right, I would appreciate that. We spoke last night in our Foresight dream and he seemed - very distressed. Unsurprisingly, he preferred not to share details." 

Cam pulls out his computer and sends Vanyel a text. I'm back, thanks for the referral, how are you holding up? "I do have a few questions. For instance, what the fuck is Vicky's problem."

Vanyel stares blankly at the message. He has no idea how he could possibly reply to that question, so he just...doesn't. 

"I am not entirely sure, since He has been uninterested in any dialogue or negotiations. He clearly sees my work as some kind of threat - I am not sure why He is opposed to better infrastructure or eradicating diseases. Some of it may be a matter of - the gods disliking change. I can only make inferences about Their nature, but I believe They perceive the world and operate in it mostly via Foresight, and a less predictable future could disrupt this. And They might disapprove of my past. ...I am responsible in part for the Cataclysm that damaged the Pelagirs land so badly. It was not something I ever intended to happen, I know that, but - nonetheless, I fought a war to its conclusion, and the weapon that my opponent used to kill me had that effect." 

"Uh-huh. Care to respond to allegations that you are a mind-controlling bodysnatcher? Frowned upon in more civilized climes."

"...I do take over the bodies of others, that is true. It was the worst of several contingencies I set up in my first lifetime, and the only one that survived the Cataclysm; the gods have interfered thoroughly enough to prevent my setting up any other." He bows his head again. "I...judged it worthwhile, on net, to keep it during the centuries after the Cataclysm, when civilization was nearly gone and I was one of the only people in the world who still remembered the critical magics that could let us grow crops and transport food. By the time the world had stabilized, I had noticed the - stagnant effects - of the gods' apparent aversion to change, and that I had the best chance of someday changing that. ...As for mind control, the vast majority of compulsions used in my organization are voluntarily chosen by my staff, but - yes, I do sometimes use involuntary compulsions, when that allows for plans with fewer casualties and less harm done in other ways."