[Queen Zeal wasn't the only one in the tower attempting to get her bearings. Young Burakh-- or was that Elder Burakh now?-- had been wandering the levels on his own, albeit not necessarily for the same reasons. He wasn't exploring, he was searching, which was apparent by his body language, scrutinizing every detail of the room he was in, trying to unlock any sort of secrets that might lie within...
Searching for what, though, was a mystery. After all, the room he was standing in was completely empty. He paid little mind to those who came and went up the staircase, completely absorbed in his own little investigation, gloved hands feeling along the smooth white walls, until Zeal's voice pierced him.
Turning to look at her, the unkempt looking man with stubble on his face and blood on his clothes gave her an almost amused look, though his expression remained unfriendly.]
Why the imperious act, good lady? [Their was a lilting sarcasm to his polite tone.] Is there a problem with your ability to count?
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Searching for what, though, was a mystery. After all, the room he was standing in was completely empty. He paid little mind to those who came and went up the staircase, completely absorbed in his own little investigation, gloved hands feeling along the smooth white walls, until Zeal's voice pierced him.
Turning to look at her, the unkempt looking man with stubble on his face and blood on his clothes gave her an almost amused look, though his expression remained unfriendly.]
Why the imperious act, good lady? [Their was a lilting sarcasm to his polite tone.] Is there a problem with your ability to count?