It made some people nervous, like the soldiers right now. They'd just seen their Prince writhing around on the ground and as far as they could tell, it was the Yelb to blame for it. The Yelb themselves seemed not to notice the glares they were getting from all sides. What Kal said next would be very important in dictating what happened to them.

Kal, no matter how oblivious he was normally, knew that his soldiers were like extended family to him, and so would be extremely agitated. Turning to his men, he said, [color=orange]"Listen, men. I know that... something out of the ordinary happened, but the Yelb are not at fault. Please, just... trust me. I wasn't harmed, even though it might've looked that I was."[/color] His men grudgingly turned away from the Yelb, but Reindolous came close, whispering in his ear.

[color=f26522]"Not many people can say that with blood streaming down their face. You should let me take care of that cut."[/color] Kal touched his face, and dazedly realized that he was, in fact, bleeding. Turning to Reindolous, he was about to ask when this happened, when he realized that there was only one time when it could possibly have happened, when he was thrashing about. Making a soft noise of assent, Kal stood still as Reindolous grabbed a bandage from his satchel, and tied it around his forehead.  

As his old friend tended to his cut, Kal mulled over what he had heard... and seen. Just what [i]were[/i] The Chorus? And what did they mean by him being their 'Hero'? With the bandage tied tightly around Kal's head, Reindolous stepped back, and gruffly spoke. [color=f26522]"Listen, Kallain. I know you're a High Prince [i]and[/i] Heir Apparent, but that's [i]exactly[/i] why you need to listen to me. Taking on some bandits is dangerous, yes, but touching something that causes you to have a seizure? That's something to get fucking upset about! How do you think Drevala or your parents would feel if they found out that you were killed [i]after[/i] the fight? And it's not just about them, think of the Realm! Your parents aren't all that old, but they're certainly too old to have any more children! You are the only male heir to the throne! The Windral line would end with your father, after two hundred years of prosperity in Zersal! What would happen to your people? The resulting civil war would devastate them."[/color] Reindolous sighed, looking Kal in the eyes. [color=f26522]"Listen, Kal. I know you mean well, it's just- if something [i]had[/i] happened to you, I wouldn't be able to face your family, or anyone else, for that matter. Twenty-two years of protecting you, lost to some... trinket. Listen, I will let you have it, but if that shit happens one more time, I'm destroying it, okay?"[/color]

Kallain nodded, and said, hesitantly, [color=orange]"... Yeah, Reindolous, you're right."[/color] Looking up into the sky, he saw that it was about midday. Scratching at his bandage absently, said, [color=orange]"I think that if we left now, we would be able to make good time on the way back, no?"[/color] Reindolous nodded in the affirmative, and barked at the soldiers that were heading back with them to get ready. Looking at the chain-clad men, Kal felt guilty, as he clambered upon his horse, waving to the Yelb. While it wasn't the cute creatures' fault, that he had the vision, it was his fault for dismissing the entire event, even if it was to just comfort his men. He should try and figure out just what the hell this thing was, in the first place.