A situation like this would make anyone tense, but Zak has been through over four hundred years of constant high anxiety living. He tenses up considerably when Caesar touches him, despite knowing well enough the human means no harm by it. The clutching of muscles is almost painful, and the... wand? Staff? Clearly a magical device of some sort doesn't aid in his ability to relax.
Instinctively a hand goes to the hilt of his sword and he takes a step back, red eyes locked on the device as though expecting it to launch some sort of magical attack. The hinderance of the language barrier is not helping matters any, because for all he knows the words being uttered could be the incantation of some spell.
"What are you doing?" He growls uselessly, knowing the other man can' understand him. Zak also knows that killing him will likely trap him in this place forever, and he's trying desperately to allow this to happen. All he can do is pray what he's been told about humans is as much a lie as he wants to believe it is.
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Instinctively a hand goes to the hilt of his sword and he takes a step back, red eyes locked on the device as though expecting it to launch some sort of magical attack. The hinderance of the language barrier is not helping matters any, because for all he knows the words being uttered could be the incantation of some spell.
"What are you doing?" He growls uselessly, knowing the other man can' understand him. Zak also knows that killing him will likely trap him in this place forever, and he's trying desperately to allow this to happen. All he can do is pray what he's been told about humans is as much a lie as he wants to believe it is.