Rolan gallops toward the far edge of the Palace grounds. He clears a fence and bush in a single leg-stretching leap, lands, skids a little, turns, gallops around a corner - 

- what. 

In lieu of explaining in words, Rolan sends the view through his eyes directly to all the other Companions in easy range. 

What. 

:Van: and she pushes it across to him as well. 

WHAT. 

"I, I'm sorry," Vanyel says tightly to the Chelish diplomats, "I - have to go - can fill you in later -" He heads for the door at almost a run. 

They exchange unamused glances. "Of course," one says, and then once Vanyel is through the door:

"Two occasions of sudden emergencies happening nearby in the last few hours," another says thoughtfully. "The first one, by strange coincidence, timed with the escape of some prisoners from Tayledras territory."

Yfandes meets Vanyel outside the guest quarters, and he scrambles up, riding bareback, tangling his hands in her mane. Yfandes keeps her pace to a trot, to avoid dislodging him; even Companions have trouble holding a gallop smoothly enough. 

They reach the area about ten seconds after Savil does. 

The scene greeting them is a rather baffling one! 

The new arrivals are just outside one of the old stables, right on the edge of the Palace grounds. The Gate must have been on the door. There are six people total - three, based on the glow of their auras, must be Gifted, two are probably mages. All of them are wearing multiple shield-talismans. 

They're arranged in a semicircle around Jisa, their stances vaguely protective-of-her but clearly not trying to impede any of the Valdemarans from reaching her. 

Jisa's hair is dishevelled and a bit dusty. Her face looks freshly-wiped; her neck is still filthy. They appear to have put a couple of protective shield-talismans on her as well. 

Her expression is deeply sulky. 

Savil finds her voice first. 

"What, exactly, is going on here." 

One of the men steps forward. 

"We wish to extend our deepest apologies for this," he says. "And to return our, er, accidental hostage." 

"...What do you mean, 'accidental'?" 

Vanyel ignores them. 

"Jisa, pet -" He slides down from Yfandes' back and goes to her. "Jisa, are you all right, were you hurt?" 

Jisa accepts his hug, with a long-suffering expression. "Uncle Van, I'm fine. Nobody made me go - I wanted to. They were nice to me and Leareth was so sick and needed someone to take care of him, and then I was having such an interesting conversation with Carissa and they made me leave!" 

"...You were having an interesting conversation with the wizard who worships the evil torture god." 

"Hey. She was nice. And you hurt her! She was so scared! She thought you, you didn't care if she stopped existing forever - and Leareth was so scared that the stupid fat-head Star-Eyed Goddess would kill him forever and ever!" 

"Would you like to put us under Truth Spell," Ebet says tightly, "and confirm our story of what happened?" 

That's a good suggestion. ...Which should maybe make Savil suspicious, actually, but right now she's just grateful for a next action. 

"Yes. I am going to cast a Truth Spell and then I want you to explain everything on, er, your side of the story." 

"I," Vanyel says tightly, "am going to take Jisa back to her parents now." He scoops her up. 

Ebet does not protest the second-stage Truth Spell, even though it seems unnecessary; he has orders to cooperate as much as possible and he intends to try. 

"Leareth was in poor condition, but the other prisoner, Carissa Sevar, had been considering escape plans. His recollection of the events are - imperfect, given his injuries - but it seems she was left alone and unsupervised with Leareth, at the same time that Jisa arrived. She claimed she was authorized by her Mindhealing instructor to check on the prisoners, but we are fairly sure this was not the case. Carissa Sevar immediately settled on the strategy of being as convincing as possible, but...it seems this did not take much convincing? Jisa was disturbed by the Mindhealing restrictions and upset by the prisoners' fear and distress. She willingly removed - or attempted to remove, at least, without much skill - the set-commands restricting Leareth's ability to use magic. This was enough for Leareth to Gate to a facility in the north, though he drained himself unconscious as a result. ...Both Leareth and Carissa told Jisa not to come, but she ran through the Gate ahead of them." 

Savil is SO DUBIOUS about all of this! But the Truth Spell didn't falter at all! 

 Jisa stays quiet until Vanyel is around the corner from Savil and the Truth Spell questioning session. 

"...Uncle Van? Am I in trouble - are you mad -" 

Vanyel is about to say that of course not, and stops himself. "...I don't know yet, pet. We - need to get to the bottom of what happened. But I know you wouldn't have tried to do anything bad on purpose, right?" 

"No! I was trying to be brave and do the right thing!" 

"I know." Vanyel squeezes her. 

- and reaches out with Thoughtsensing. :Melody?: 

:What now:

Melody's mindvoice is incredibly tired.