The creature that looks like a Qunari watches the stranger warily.
Human, he thinks, and not one of Balthazar's Forged minions.
(The wretched, warmongering tyrant, partnered with that sadistt Joko, killed Vlast's Exalted attendants to study the magics that made them to bolster their own terrible forces. Had Sadizi survived the onslaught on Kesho...?)
None of them were souls bound to fiery armour, but that didn't necessarily mean they weren't loyal to the rogue god wreaking havoc across Elona. The Zaishen Order still had flesh-and-blood adherents after all and there had been humans in stupid hats in the cell before. He didn't know if the Zaishen Order had people who wore stupid hats, but it seemed like the sort of things people did in such situations. He couldn't take for granted that he was in safe hands.
But perhaps they were members of the Pact? ...If so, that meant his sister's champion would be nearby.
(...Would Aurene be here too...? He couldn't feel her, but death had diminished him in ways he couldn't begin to put to words. Perhaps that was just off the table.)
He glares at the young human, covering his wound by facing it towards the wall. He doesn't speak, because he's never had to before. His voice has always just manifested at the back of people's minds. Easier that way.
He waits for a reply, expectant, but the human makes no sign of acknowledgment that Vlast spoke to him.
He tries again, and there is nothing but resounding silence.
Vlast makes a sound of frustration. And then tries to speak.
It's a gurgle of vowels; he's not used to having vocal chords, and so he spends a moment sounding out the right noises that can give shape to the thoughts in his head.
"Who...?" he hisses, "Wha-at is --- this -"
He pauses. 'P' is a tricky one and he's never had lips before. "P... Place. What is this place...?"
Fumbling as his first spoken words may be, there is a demanding, expectant tone. He wants his answers and he wants them now.
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Human, he thinks, and not one of Balthazar's Forged minions.
(The wretched, warmongering tyrant, partnered with that sadistt Joko, killed Vlast's Exalted attendants to study the magics that made them to bolster their own terrible forces. Had Sadizi survived the onslaught on Kesho...?)
None of them were souls bound to fiery armour, but that didn't necessarily mean they weren't loyal to the rogue god wreaking havoc across Elona. The Zaishen Order still had flesh-and-blood adherents after all and there had been humans in stupid hats in the cell before. He didn't know if the Zaishen Order had people who wore stupid hats, but it seemed like the sort of things people did in such situations. He couldn't take for granted that he was in safe hands.
But perhaps they were members of the Pact? ...If so, that meant his sister's champion would be nearby.
(...Would Aurene be here too...? He couldn't feel her, but death had diminished him in ways he couldn't begin to put to words. Perhaps that was just off the table.)
He glares at the young human, covering his wound by facing it towards the wall. He doesn't speak, because he's never had to before. His voice has always just manifested at the back of people's minds. Easier that way.
He waits for a reply, expectant, but the human makes no sign of acknowledgment that Vlast spoke to him.
He tries again, and there is nothing but resounding silence.
Vlast makes a sound of frustration. And then tries to speak.
It's a gurgle of vowels; he's not used to having vocal chords, and so he spends a moment sounding out the right noises that can give shape to the thoughts in his head.
"Who...?" he hisses, "Wha-at is --- this -"
He pauses. 'P' is a tricky one and he's never had lips before. "P... Place. What is this place...?"
Fumbling as his first spoken words may be, there is a demanding, expectant tone. He wants his answers and he wants them now.