Rohaan was becoming increasingly irritated with this man. He really was a piece of work. He'd known a lot of noblemen who liked to turn up their noses at regular folk, and do worse things to him, and they were particular about how they did their business, whatever it was. But he'd rarely seen someone who liked to hear himself talk as much as Valdemar. He couldn't help but compare him to the best leader he'd ever known, Berlin, and he seemed to understand, as if for the first time, why a man like Karl Valdemar had to use fear and manipulation to keep his hold on people. 

Captain Berlin was what people called a free magic being. Some people, like elves and vokurians and other races, were inherently magical creatures, but occasionally magic appeared in non-magical races like humans at random, and could be passed on from parent to child. The appearance of free magic in humans was a subject of much study, though as far as Rohaan and even Berlin knew, no one had any solid answers. Berlin's particular manifestation came in the form of an ability to control other people or animals via touch. Most often, it was as subtle as influence, but Rohaan had seen Berlin use outright control a few times in his life, and it was terrifying to behold. Berlin could literally command the people around him to do as he pleased, but instead of taking advantage of that, he earned respect and loyalty through his own actions, not his magic. Rohaan couldn't imagine what Karl Valdemar would do with a power like that. Nothing good, he thought.

Rohaan did not hide his disdain; he rolled his eyes and wore a bored look on his face. "You think you've got everything neatly planned out, don't you? Did you ever consider informing me of this plan for a return journey? Or what was happening in there? I could have come better prepared. When you tell people what they're in for, they do better work, Valdemar. Not to mention, I'm a dangerous rogue to try and manipulate. We had a deal, Valdemar. I'll hold up my end, but don't forget the other half of the deal..." For a second, he shifted his form to reflect that of Valdemar's, and he held up one gloved hand and wiggled the fingers. He returned to his natural form. "Do not toy with me." His tone was hard and dangerous, and he meant every word. If Valdemar thought it was fun to try and keep him in the dark and push him around, Rohaan would show him just how much of a mistake that truly was. Rohaan had been kicked and mistreated before, but he wouldn't stand for it again. 

Privately, Rohaan was keen to see this elf die, and he would find his own joy in taking him down. But he was irritated at being ordered around like some kind of servant. "Malachor...mighta heard the name at some point, but the only deities I've ever observed are the nautical ones, mainly Tevira and Jaikideh." That last one was not part of the usual list of deities most people knew, and when he spoke the name, his usually subtle accent suddenly burst forth like a flower in full bloom. She was, according to vokurian legend, the spirit of the moon, and the stars were her many subjects and acolytes. It was not known that vokurians had their own mythology and deities, and in fact, it was barely known that they had their own language. Most shifters humans encountered these days had been bred in captivity and thus had no connection to their heritage, or were captured and brought in to slavery at a young age. "But I'm going to assume with a name like 'the Betrayer', he's not exactly the benevolent sort."