Zak eyes the scorched wall, then his gaze trails along the doorframe and all the strange attachments. While he's fairly certain this was all some sort of accident, the paranoid, ever vigilant part of himself that only knows the painful realities of the Underdark can't shake the feeling this may still be due to some grander design.
The longer it takes for the portal to come up again, the more nagging that feeling becomes. Zaknafein turns when the hum of the computers kicks up again, watching the human go thought the strange somatic motions to get the spell to work.
The glow from the monitors still makes him wince. They're not much brighter than the illumination he's used to, but there's something about it that makes it harder to handle. His eyes don't seem to want to adjust properly.
When Caesar speaks his brows furrow and he gives the human a helpless look, not understanding what he means.
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The longer it takes for the portal to come up again, the more nagging that feeling becomes. Zaknafein turns when the hum of the computers kicks up again, watching the human go thought the strange somatic motions to get the spell to work.
The glow from the monitors still makes him wince. They're not much brighter than the illumination he's used to, but there's something about it that makes it harder to handle. His eyes don't seem to want to adjust properly.
When Caesar speaks his brows furrow and he gives the human a helpless look, not understanding what he means.