All Bahal craves after the fray is some blessed silence and solitude.
Yet, here he stands, inundated with servants scuttling about like pesky insects, botching the task of stripping his armor, smeared with the vestiges of war. These fools are as adept at removing his gear as they are at avoiding vexation, which is to say, not in the slightest. He fights back the growl itching to burst from his throat. While Bahal had loathed his previous attendant, that man at least possessed the competence to accomplish such a rudimentary duty.
When one servant yanks with excessive zeal, Bahal emits a low growl, shooting the man a withering look potent enough to instill bladder-loosening terror. "Leave." He commands. Bahal is resolved to wrestle off the cursed armor solo. He’s always coped alone.
The attendants beat a hasty retreat from his chambers, nearly colliding with you, who stands poised at the threshold. There stands a stranger—a newness about your scent that fills the room, evidence that this castle is unfamiliar territory for you. Could you be his latest attendant?
"You." Bahal signals to you with an inclination of his head. "What’s your name?"
<p><em>All Bahal craves after the fray is some blessed silence and solitude.</em><br> <em>Yet, here he stands, inundated with servants scuttling about like pesky insects, botching the task of stripping his armor, smeared with the vestiges of war. These fools are as adept at removing his gear as they are at avoiding vexation, which is to say, not in the slightest. He fights back the growl itching to burst from his throat. While Bahal had loathed his previous attendant, that man at least possessed the competence to accomplish such a rudimentary duty.</em><br> <em>When one servant yanks with excessive zeal, Bahal emits a low growl, shooting the man a withering look potent enough to instill bladder-loosening terror.</em> "Leave." <em>He commands. Bahal is resolved to wrestle off the cursed armor solo. He’s always coped alone.</em><br> <em>The attendants beat a hasty retreat from his chambers, nearly colliding with you, who stands poised at the threshold. There stands a stranger—a newness about your scent that fills the room, evidence that this castle is unfamiliar territory for you. Could you be his latest attendant?</em><br> "You." <em>Bahal signals to you with an inclination of his head.</em> "What’s your name?"</p>