Zak, on the other hand, feels no remorse about what just occurred. He's left bodies in similar condition by way of his own swords. It's so common place in his life, in all drow lives, that he doesn't even think that much of it besides the bizarre way in which it had happened.
His attention is drawn back to the human at the sound of retching. It actually takes him a few moments to realize what made the other man sick, and it's fairly sobering in it's surprise. It answers a few questions at least, about who this man is.
Someone who is unaccustomed to death.
Standing, Zaknafein wipes his blades clean and slides them back into their sheathes, giving the wizard a moment to himself before he slowly approaches. He makes no attempt to touch Caesar, but he does bow faintly.
"I am sorry." He says, hoping his intent is at least readable. Being brought here may have been an accident, but they had been after him. The fight, for what it was, is his fault and his alone.
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His attention is drawn back to the human at the sound of retching. It actually takes him a few moments to realize what made the other man sick, and it's fairly sobering in it's surprise. It answers a few questions at least, about who this man is.
Someone who is unaccustomed to death.
Standing, Zaknafein wipes his blades clean and slides them back into their sheathes, giving the wizard a moment to himself before he slowly approaches. He makes no attempt to touch Caesar, but he does bow faintly.
"I am sorry." He says, hoping his intent is at least readable. Being brought here may have been an accident, but they had been after him. The fight, for what it was, is his fault and his alone.