🐙 Planet Aberat, Kingdom of Selya-Mira 🐙

Opening his eyes in almost the same state as when he closed them, Dervos gloomily counted the rivets on the ceiling beam, but since neither they nor she were in this room, he had to imagine them first. After spending a couple of minutes like this, he got up with a heavy sigh, did everything, put on a spare tabard in place of the soiled one, and listlessly shuffled to the chief's office - switching to his usual, measured, springy gait only when he saw other people in the fortress corridors, in order to maintain appearances.