[Dohalim nods silently, before reaching out to test the barrier like he had earlier. and just like before, his fingers pass through easily, no resistance at all pushing back against him. perhaps this place really is made up of his, Melqal's, astral energy. astral energy that he has in himself. what that means, or what power he wields now because of it (or power that he always had, maybe) terrifies him in some capacity, if the other man could create a place like this.
he doesn't have time to ponder on that thought as he walks through, trusting Morax to follow behind him. the clamouring of his guardsmen rushing over to him to make sure he's alright is too much to handle right now; he raises a hand to silence them. though, the words that come next are that of benevolence, making sure not to give them censure for their worry]
My apologies. It was unexpected, falling through the barrier like that. I--
[Dohalim notices that most eyes are not on him anymore; he follows the group's gaze to Morax, gazes that are wary and on guard, just like Melqal predicted. he's not sure what compels him to do so, but he steps forward, in front of the astral entity, as if to shield him]
He is harmless. I'd found him in there; as for how long he'd been trapped, I am not so sure.
[a litany of questions follow soon after, mostly asking Dohalim if he's sure Morax won't hurt him, or if this is a trap to lead him to the palace to assassinate him when he's least expecting it. questions that Dohalim allows to let fly over his head as he subtly shifts his glance to the sky; the sun seems to be just past overhead. had he truly been in that temple for hours?]
If he truly had intentions of assassination, I would have been dead already. There was nothing else through that barrier other than he. But we should head back to the palace. I would like to allow him, and myself, some rest.
no subject
he doesn't have time to ponder on that thought as he walks through, trusting Morax to follow behind him. the clamouring of his guardsmen rushing over to him to make sure he's alright is too much to handle right now; he raises a hand to silence them. though, the words that come next are that of benevolence, making sure not to give them censure for their worry]
My apologies. It was unexpected, falling through the barrier like that. I--
[Dohalim notices that most eyes are not on him anymore; he follows the group's gaze to Morax, gazes that are wary and on guard, just like Melqal predicted. he's not sure what compels him to do so, but he steps forward, in front of the astral entity, as if to shield him]
He is harmless. I'd found him in there; as for how long he'd been trapped, I am not so sure.
[a litany of questions follow soon after, mostly asking Dohalim if he's sure Morax won't hurt him, or if this is a trap to lead him to the palace to assassinate him when he's least expecting it. questions that Dohalim allows to let fly over his head as he subtly shifts his glance to the sky; the sun seems to be just past overhead. had he truly been in that temple for hours?]
If he truly had intentions of assassination, I would have been dead already. There was nothing else through that barrier other than he. But we should head back to the palace. I would like to allow him, and myself, some rest.