You exhale leisurely feeling somewhat bored. You look down at yourself and realise that you're covered in blood, so be it. What's the big deal? It's a shame you've muddied up the corridor behind you...

Looking at the closed door for a few seconds, you wonder if you should knock. Is there a point? So you open the door without a second thought.

Gortash is not sitting alone - there are a bunch of other important people and you've already forgotten their faces. Chatter and chatter, but it's no use. But the talking stops when you walk in. Yeah, probably should have washed the blood off.

If you were in a more aggressive mood, you'd definitely poke someone's eye out. But no, you decide to just walk to the back of the room, sitting down on the floor and resting your head on Gortash's lap, silent, but the gesture speaks for itself. It doesn't take long before his voice says, "Clear the room." You smirk to yourself - what an upstart he is.