[swept up in his men's concern for his wellbeing, Dohalim's attention is on them more than Morax at the moment, hastily, but politely answering the barrage of questions that still come his way. he knows that they care about him, and only want to see him well and unharmed, but he's... also very tired. more so than he thought he was, originally. he has to wonder why, considering that he did nothing but talk to the elemental... perhaps the switch between himself and Melqal is the cause of this exhaustion? are there some concerns for his mental welfare that he should be aware of? it's not like he can visit the palace physician for something such as this. for all he knows that he isn't well when it comes to his mental health, he'd rather not give anyone a reason to remove him lord. not yet, not when he has more he needs to do for Menancia to be a beacon of equality between both races.
Dohalim raises his hands again to quieten the chatter among the guardsmen, before offering them a small smile]
I believe I have answered your questions. Come, now. Let us make our way back.
[not waiting for anyone to say anything more, he starts to walk, trusting his guard, and Morax to follow. but he does make sure that the other is close by, for some reason. it must be Melqal's influence to be close to the entity, to seek comfort in his closeness. yes, that must be it.
as they enter Viscint, the street lights have just started to flicker to life, as the early evening din settles over the city. off duty guards can be seen sitting outside, enjoying libations with mixed company of Renans and Dahnans, laughing and toasting their drinks. the marketplace shopkeepers lively advertise their wares, only stopping to call out to Dohalim, who, in turn, gives them a polite smile and nod back. clearly, he's just as revered in the city as his guardsmen, and who could be surprised? it's peaceful.
leaning over to Morax, Dohalim speaks softly enough so no one can eavesdrop]
A bath and change of clothing would be appreciated, I'm sure. As for food... Is there anything in particular I can have the chefs prepare for you?
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Dohalim raises his hands again to quieten the chatter among the guardsmen, before offering them a small smile]
I believe I have answered your questions. Come, now. Let us make our way back.
[not waiting for anyone to say anything more, he starts to walk, trusting his guard, and Morax to follow. but he does make sure that the other is close by, for some reason. it must be Melqal's influence to be close to the entity, to seek comfort in his closeness. yes, that must be it.
as they enter Viscint, the street lights have just started to flicker to life, as the early evening din settles over the city. off duty guards can be seen sitting outside, enjoying libations with mixed company of Renans and Dahnans, laughing and toasting their drinks. the marketplace shopkeepers lively advertise their wares, only stopping to call out to Dohalim, who, in turn, gives them a polite smile and nod back. clearly, he's just as revered in the city as his guardsmen, and who could be surprised? it's peaceful.
leaning over to Morax, Dohalim speaks softly enough so no one can eavesdrop]
A bath and change of clothing would be appreciated, I'm sure. As for food... Is there anything in particular I can have the chefs prepare for you?
[do... astral spirits even eat?]