The Risen wasted little time in crowding around even closer, some of the smaller ones starting to climb up the edges, the others reaching for Trahearne's ankles. It might've looked as though the Risen were about to succeed in pulling him down among the mob, but then Devin issues his challenge, and that immediately grabs the sylvari's attention. Trahearne looks towards him, his gaze seeming to sharpen... and just like that, the Risen fade away into nothing.

"You", Trahearne says in an almost accusatory tone, pointing at him. "You have all the charm of a wilted carrion flower. Don't test me." This was probably a bad time for a fight. Trahearne felt more than a little disoriented, sure he'd just seen Risen here but with no idea where they'd gone, and that was on top of his lack of sleep. Much like when he'd first taken a swing at Devin, in fact.