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Public court in the morning. Kazuki would make sure to commit that to memory; it was too late now, but he would have to make that a priority. Maybe he could make sure to get up early so he could have a chance at speaking with the Queen. Of course, the thought of speaking to royalty, NPC or not, was something he would have to approach carefully. Maybe he could bring it up to the others and get some opinions, but it was clear that the players were leaving the NPCs out of the loop and it was already starting to affect them whether they wanted to admit it or not.

The NPC's disdain was as clear as the sky above them, leaving Kazuki conflicted. On the one hand, he supposed from their perspective the sudden strain of hosting so many people basically abandoning their jobs definitely looked bad. On the other hand, these people were data and had no idea what they were going through. But he wasn't about to get into a philosophical argument on whether or not the world and its inhabitants were 'real' or 'fake' or whatever. Not yet, anyway.

Instead, Kazuki gave the man a proper bow. [color=plum]"I understand. Forgive me for taking up so much of your time,"[/color] He stated, managing to take the paper off his door without dropping anything. [color=plum]"Thank you for the information. I know my words ring hollow, but contesting responsibility isn't my goal. I'm only looking to open communication between wayfarers and Thorinn."[/color]

No, that wasn't entirely true. If he really thought that, he wouldn't have voted against going to the dungeon. In hindsight, he had no idea why he did, either. The deaths of Enos and Aaginim had spurred him to vigorously study every single medical text and healing book that he could get his hands on, but when confronted with the vote, he choked. There wasn't much to it--he didn't think he was good enough to guarantee their survival. He only [I]just[/i] began to take his abilities seriously and if he was being honest, he just didn't think he could manage it without becoming a detriment. It was a stark difference from his initial plan of just agreeing with his brother.

But it was too late to renege, and the messenger had better things to do than deal with him. He was about to head back into his home, but he figured maybe he could offer something as thanks. [color=plum]"Would you like a glass of water before you go?"[/color] He ended up offering. [color=plum]"Since you have a ways to go. Wouldn't want the heat to get to you."[/color]

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