The stillness of the air comes in stark contrast to the bustling outside, uncomfortable for reasons he doesn't quite grasp yet.
What he isn't hearing sets his teeth on edge, but there's enough of an urge (albeit slightly different to usual) to have him step forward. As his footsteps carry him into the room proper, he chalks up that discomfort to the magnitude of this moment. Of what he hopes for it to be. Between the triggered memories and his newfound freedom from Bhaal, so much is riding on this conversation that he assumes it's that causing the unease.
"En-- Gortash?" He corrects himself quickly, not just because there's something markedly private feeling about using the man's first name. A strangeness harking back to times past. Would he have ever dreamed of addressing the man by his first name in front of other people? The faltered step somewhere behind him he assumes is Karlach, the familiarity of his misspoken request for the Archduke's attention sticking uncomfortably.
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What he isn't hearing sets his teeth on edge, but there's enough of an urge (albeit slightly different to usual) to have him step forward. As his footsteps carry him into the room proper, he chalks up that discomfort to the magnitude of this moment. Of what he hopes for it to be. Between the triggered memories and his newfound freedom from Bhaal, so much is riding on this conversation that he assumes it's that causing the unease.
"En-- Gortash?" He corrects himself quickly, not just because there's something markedly private feeling about using the man's first name. A strangeness harking back to times past. Would he have ever dreamed of addressing the man by his first name in front of other people? The faltered step somewhere behind him he assumes is Karlach, the familiarity of his misspoken request for the Archduke's attention sticking uncomfortably.