[What the hell is on his head. And - wait - his feet?? Vil straight up stares for a moment, not sure whether to be horrified or amazing. He shoves the whole issue aside for a much, much more important question.]
Where is Jamil?
[Not why are you here. Not why do you look like that. Not even are you all right? No. What Vil wants to know is where Kalim's keeper is, because everyone knows he's the only thing keeping Scarabia half-functional. If he's not here to ensure Kalim isn't merrily prancing along and knocking people over -
Well. Then there'll be trouble.
He takes a deep breath, and very very carefully, stands.]
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[What the hell is on his head. And - wait - his feet?? Vil straight up stares for a moment, not sure whether to be horrified or amazing. He shoves the whole issue aside for a much, much more important question.]
Where is Jamil?
[Not why are you here. Not why do you look like that. Not even are you all right? No. What Vil wants to know is where Kalim's keeper is, because everyone knows he's the only thing keeping Scarabia half-functional. If he's not here to ensure Kalim isn't merrily prancing along and knocking people over -
Well. Then there'll be trouble.
He takes a deep breath, and very very carefully, stands.]
Ahem. I mean, what are you doing here?