Kashif holds out his hands and inclines his head in a slight bow. "My thanks, Mr. Agad the Imperishable. Your welcome is well-received."
Ophelia frowns. "Has your sire given any further consideration to Kashif's request?"
"Phi," Kashif says. "I shouldn't concern Agad the Imperishable with my personal troubles."
Ophelia shakes off his hand. "It should be said, Kashif."
"What needs to be said?" you ask.
"That the Prince's will must still be done until his return," Ophelia says. "Kashif needs Arundel's help—he's been threatened for weeks and now he's been assaulted."
Kashif's eyes flick to Corliss on the other side of the room. "It's gotten worse since I last spoke to your sire. I've been attacked in my own home during the daylight. The mortals knew when I would be awake to pray. If they'd come for me in my sleep…but perhaps their master wished to send a message. They did not expect God to protect me—they have learned otherwise. Fortunately, the attackers did not kill my guards, they only knocked them unconscious." He gestures to an empty chair beside him and you sit. The news is disturbing; maybe Corliss should be told.