Damian nodded in thanks for the information. Then he stood up, and with him, everyone else in the room rose as well.
Kazak's situation was beyond Damian's reach without seeing his condition firsthand. But the issues with the beastmen village and the dungeon—those, maybe he could help with. He needed no directions as he made his way through the sea of soldiers, all staring at him and his friends. Especially with bandages all over his body and the casual clothes he had on him, courtesy of some healer. He stood out even more than usual.
Damian sensed the distant mana of Tristan and Aramis but paid it little attention as he headed directly to the largest, most elaborately decorated tent, which held Vidalia and Royce. The guards eyed him, weighing whether to stop him, but ultimately decided against it. Good. Forcing his way in would hardly serve his purpose here.
